my mind seems painted in blue
when no one is around.
i feel like standing in the queue
like i‘m in deep-sea water – drowned –
waiting to finally get crowned.
but the weights of ink blue thoughts tear me down,
and i‘m desperate for what‘s slipping through my hands – a silver crown.
suddenly the thoughts of light at the surface lift me up.
something familiar approaches me with the impression of me winning that cup.
… against own mind that seems to control me so randomly i could scream – scream for clarity but for eternity.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
my mind seems painted in blue
when no one is around.
i feel like standing in the queue
like i‘m in deep-sea water – drowned –
waiting to finally get crowned.
but the weights of ink blue thoughts tear me down,
and i‘m desperate for what‘s slipping through my hands – a silver crown.
suddenly the thoughts of light at the surface lift me up.
something familiar approaches me with the impression of me winning that cup.
… against own mind that seems to control me so randomly i could scream – scream for clarity but for eternity.
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