“My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie themselves.” -Hermann Hesse
At nightfall, stars emitting their magic
On my pillow, a dome full of dreams
Upon waking, transforming thoughts.
In my heart, a voice beyond a doubt.
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