volatile
unwind
unwine
?
is it
language
feelings on words
words don´t feel
the feelings
white
blanck
black
inner
space
inner thoughts
awaking nights
myself at the top of your mountains
regrets
you will regret ths
lies
everything lies
in lies
lay
layers
lay down on me
lay the spray
lay the milk spray
lay the milkshake spray
in your night
in your cave
awake
everything lies
let me enter
let me be your doors
i ll be your eyes in the eyes
of thought
i ll be your hands in the hands
of love
whatever it is
love
is
love is this mystery of not
knowing
you
not knowing who you are
not knowing
who
you
are
are
you
?
.
(image: rauchenberg white paintings)
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