Bathroom

what fog is chasing me what fear
I am stepping down I see those broken lines
it looks I am somebody else
a foreign shadow of lost days
well, I am not bad, but I feel wrong
it is my mind it tortures me
it never ends, it’s dark again
there is no way
I could describe
the lonely bathroom
I sit at night

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Strange

Isn’t that strange, that we, people, are a part of nature and that talking with another person is like talking with a tree, in a sense? It’s bewildering for me. We are just evolved trees. That thought makes my mind a little more peaceful.