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Description
An easy answer,
Black or white.
My perspective,
Good or bad.
Your point of view,
Right or wrong.
(…)The clock strikes midnight,
And I feel like it’s a quarter to it.
But you might hear me say,
it equals to 30 minutes,(…)
While reading this words confused,
Logic was never my strength.
And to understand my reality,
Time is an illusion,
Reality is a dream,
My soul, is ,my voice,
My thoughts, what I feel…
Awaken to a universe,
Created by a spark of energy,
In a endless fraction,
of time and space.
Understanding what it is to be me, on my own skin, living it.
Walking in my shoes,
While fitting others,
Where I’ve always found myself,
In there eyes and choices,
But what is to be and feel like me?
Pretending to be someone else,
By fear of judgment?
Trying to understand me,
Is asking to yourself,
How do I feel when in silence?
How can I make it stop,
If I’m not even moving.
Tv on, sizzling,
Awaiting for it’s tuning,
Adjusting it’s inner vibration,
Unwinding the cables,
Loading into connection.
Question my reality, is looking,
In the mirror and see nothing,
but your self.
.
Chapter VII- Feeling human.
.
.
Model: Xila
Created & written by me. (eye _leakim )
All rights reserved to eye_leakim . ©️

Description
An easy answer,
Black or white.
My perspective,
Good or bad.
Your point of view,
Right or wrong.
(…)The clock strikes midnight,
And I feel like it’s a quarter to it.
But you might hear me say,
it equals to 30 minutes,(…)
While reading this words confused,
Logic was never my strength.
And to understand my reality,
Time is an illusion,
Reality is a dream,
My soul, is ,my voice,
My thoughts, what I feel…
Awaken to a universe,
Created by a spark of energy,
In a endless fraction,
of time and space.
Understanding what it is to be me, on my own skin, living it.
Walking in my shoes,
While fitting others,
Where I’ve always found myself,
In there eyes and choices,
But what is to be and feel like me?
Pretending to be someone else,
By fear of judgment?
Trying to understand me,
Is asking to yourself,
How do I feel when in silence?
How can I make it stop,
If I’m not even moving.
Tv on, sizzling,
Awaiting for it’s tuning,
Adjusting it’s inner vibration,
Unwinding the cables,
Loading into connection.
Question my reality, is looking,
In the mirror and see nothing,
but your self.
.
Chapter VII- Feeling human.
.
.
Model: Xila
Created & written by me. (eye _leakim )
All rights reserved to eye_leakim . ©️