Eighty-second say


I think I know
where my room of dissolution is
but whenever I see the door
I’m not sure whether I have the right key

I have sweets
I think I want chocolates
but how different is my choice? 
Do I want sugar or sugar?
Do I dream or do I live?

I don’t want to be stuck
I don’t want to move from this
moment of euphoria
This rubbing of my eyes,
for unknown reason
has such defining pleasure

Defining the unknown.
Being discovered
but remaining undiscovered

Figuring out for the sake of discovery

and not for solutions

Anne’s says

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