I see things right before my eyes
Surreal, but they do not speak lies
Everything is pure and good
I feel like what I should
I can touch and feel
so, to me, all is real
If peace only come to the deceased
how do I see what is neat
I do not fly
but I feel high
If I am dwelling here
what is of my previous fear
In silence I hear words
I listen closely, so they are heard
They say do not open the door
do not wake up anymore


About nefie
I write to get these thoughts and stories out in the world. You can to, write your lines and comment ;)

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