Sleepless Night

One.
Yet not one.
A hole in the multitude.

Walls of glass.
The darkness creeps in.
Whirling mists of undefined desire…always just out of reach.
Thoughts. And more thoughts.
Time is slipping slowly by.
The pieces are not fitting.

Eternity passes, and the dawn breaks again.
Reality shifts.
But the echoes remain.
The pieces still do not fit.
Yet with a bright smile…
Hope!

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