Behind the walls of my mind, the world is silent. Inside this silence I am waging a war against myself.
[This is a conversation with my own walls.]
-Is this real?
-I think it’s a dream.
-But, I am feeling it!
-Because you believe.
-I believe?
-With your eyes closed.
-Closed?
-In the darkness of the world.
-Am I alone?
-For now, you are.
-Where are you?
-Hiding.
-Why is that?
-You are wide and, I am in a cage.
-Then, hold my hands.
-You are faraway!
-Time has stopped breathing.
-You are faraway!
-The world has stopped moving.
-You are faraway!
-Are we.. Are we dying?
-You are.
-You?
-Alive! inside your mind I am breathing.
-Is this real?
-No, I think it’s a dream.
-But I am feeling it!
-Because you believe.
-Believe?
-With your eyes closed!
[The ink in my veins is running through my words. Shall I stop or shall I keep bleeding]
-Imen
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