The fear of dreaming


At night I see myself in another light reality turns into a museum of nightmares

Mixing memory and desire in rare and precious ways under the stars it is possible

To sense life on the other planets related to us in very distant solar systems

Time and space mixes into strange combination when protected from the rationale of  the god of light



I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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