maybe too numerous are those impressions i get maybe the uncountable emotions stirred up the silent questions beneath artificial light leaving everything to confusion undealt with intermingling with anger uncontrolled fear i can't even grasp terminal consequences still in the calm wind i place card onto card erecting a fragile memory against the storms of tomorrow hidden premonitions clouds inside, still invisible painting my veins with snow only colorless only colder caught between two worlds i wish to be somewhere else but aim and path remain unseen sighs converge to a constant stream cards pile up to another deck and the words i can't speak are drowned in voiceless darkness washed away, one unheard yearning finds a hiding spot inside all that remains is silenceBirth sign: Capricorn
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