I’ve Been Drowning In That Courage Liquid

1000 meters below common sense. A luminous beginning just before the dimmed end: Escaping one’s own Black-Hole in the last, darkest hour.

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Between life and death, swimming, dancing in frozen flames..

The sound is mute, the feeling is absent, but loud voices..

Uninvited caress rashes my skin but I call those soft kisses..

Drifting away, hasting strangers, appealing dangers..

In here nothing shifts but one’s common sense..

I am merely a falling star, awaiting to collapse..

The bottom, the surface, blue zone no forgiveness..

To sink safely or to fly in liquid skies my wishes..

Black-Hole, I’m still blue but left choiceless..

My soul escaped my being, it derails, it fades..

On the compassless aim to find sunken treasures..

No maps for ‘no-go-zones’, an arid wilderness..

I remained trapped in imaginary post traumatic disorders..

Trained to believe the storm is my lighthouse versus..