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Aug 2018
That sweet spot.
Between sleep,
And complete consciousness
Where dreams and reality,
As if floating in space.
Nothing is concrete,
Nothing abstract.
All emotions watered down,
Like drowning in whiskey.
And I look through,
This glass bottle I'm trapped in,
To the endless infinity.
It extends,
Now in sleep and consciousness.
Becomes meaningless.
I feel sleepy,
But just as I close my eyes,
I wake up.
Stuck in phase,
Anxious now.
Where do I go from here?
Questions, questions, questions
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