in between the moment
lost in that one moment
lost in that one thought
trapped by that repeater inside
and i don't mind, no not at all
within each pauze of the repeater
just that milli second of nothingness
there is something
and it is just the same,
the same that repeats over and over again.
like a metronome, but without the silence
like a combustion engine that only combusts
like a day without a night and a night without a day, no pauze in this relentless thought
even the tiniest space in between the moment
there is a moment filled with that same familiar song
that same familiar feeling
and it never stops, not even in the pauzes that lay
in between the moment.
sui, man, 47 jaar
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