That metaphorical road I've been walking on now has led me to its end I never could see clearly enough as hazy as a dream I never found out why I should stop placed my footsteps in order while neon light and the darkness spoke out familiar names written only to show me: there are darker colors than black my final steps are harder; it's like somebody wants me to fall so I hesitate and look around make prayers for a clear blue sky whily icy flowers on aged trunks collect the price of winter and call from the clouds their crystalline counterparts they sparkle as they meet my eyes dying leaves crush my feet and it's almost too hard to stand I drop to my knees I touch the grouund I sense the snow like tiny swords severing skin and crawling through form seeds I hope will never reach my heart *don't be afraid* I close my eyes, it's better now the world is silent then there's light around me - I'm feeling warm my sight returns, it's dark again it's almost black but in the corner of an eye still there's something bright I get up and turn around I'm home again.Birth sign: Capricorn
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