everything is in the slow rhythm of the slumber.
boring.
placid.
almost content with this pace.
except that i feel half asleep.
as if the alarm clock from roaring hell needs to send me a wake up call.
guess i'm always in this mood when no one is around.
its as if i'm in the waiting room.
the problem with the slumber,
it gives me to much time to dream.
to dream about you for 23.5 years.
who are you this time?
and why can't i see you aroewund this bend?
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