@Dreamland 11 March 2022

I'm making boats for the trip to hope from the paper I've clipped **It has no pronunciation and sometimes shrapnel will be stuck in your heart, like me, if you run away from the vengeful shadows.** **I am a traveler: I have dreams of a traveler, veiled and well mannered, is my sadness the charm of life that I sometimes sing and sometimes sing? So let me start explaining.** **A rhythm disturbance, the call of farewell in me, and the buried sweat in the dream cellar, I don't know how many leagues deep.** **It's not ironed, my feelings are just fluent, it's just destructive.** **The color of the old year has faded and my Lord is stroking my back: now I will set off whenever it is, whatever contract it is, in the presentation of my angels, in my supplication, in endless verse, and the stardust that I sprinkle away from the appendages of the night.** **Of course, it wasn't easy to be separated from the old year: sir, not because I fainted, but only a few good memories.** **I find it difficult to continue your reign in your life, but I am full of love for my faithful destiny, my almighty Lord and full of trust, and what I love most in the sound of the call to prayer is that I am more than a sadness and an idle heart whose crumbs I sprinkle in the prayer of the trembling love flying in the morning wind.**

**In the dead of night when I climbed a relative slope:** **I can't get enough of the chatter of the limp moon while the gin is playing ball, you know, I am filled with sadness, sometimes with hope, and if I sob now, who would hear it but my Lord in the whole universe?** **Recently, I have spent my life on vigilance, and I never knew the reason.** **Even though it was a rhythm disorder night, I liquidated it only yesterday, what I wish for, not my dreams and fictional lives that I retired: again and again, when I lie down, only the daylight that has just leaked from the black hole and at work and work, I embraced the gigantic universe.** **I'm not known, like everyone else.** **I'm unknown, nobody if I emulate.** **What do we know?** **In the spectrum of feelings I know, sometimes I'm hot, sometimes I'm cold.** **It was a cold season.** **People, on the other hand, are intolerant and the breeze coming from somewhere has obviously remained in the draft, since my words have snowed a little, and I am not in mourning or anything, I am not looking for the path: my trust that increases in the course of hope and the peace that spirituality gives me when a servant of God cannot steal.** **My eyelashes are the radar of your heart.** **The shavings of your heart are my papers that I just tore.** **On the other hand, I am making boats out of the paper that I have clipped and I will set off before the morning prayer is read.** **Birds are guests of the house.** **My heart is like a bird, even a crumb of love is enough.** **Even though I'm in the minority.** **Even if I'm alone.** **My color is more or less pink, maybe I guessed more or less, of course, my complete surrender to my Lord, and the whispers in my ears are now clear even backbiting.** **who am i who?** **Is it a chemically degraded substance?** **Is it a word that doesn't like innuendo?** **I don't shed any tears after the lost year either...** **I am grateful to my broken heart and the people who broke it, I couldn't love myself that much, especially my great Lord, here is my only friend again and I find peace thanks to my God friends as much as I put my head on his path.**

**There are many things that I stay away from, there are too many people, after all, I watch my back and my front in order not to fall into a trap, I know beyond, I know that I am protected and I dig my wounds and patches with ease, my blood pressure returns to normal thanks to the pen that I know how to use, and I take advantage of the humidity of the night and follow the process called sleep.** **Who am I going to host in my dreams now?** **And here is the first day and night of the year: praise.** **Did the wind calm down a little bit, what today?** **His arrogant rebellious demon and his followers are at work: neither sorrow nor sorrow.** **I belong only to my Lord with my right and wrong, and my good intentions that know my inside and never fade, and that I walk with peace inside, not on a path prone to love.** **I have to pass on some things and some people that I value too much and that I understand my value firmly: don't call me arrogant, you know:** **Is it easy? My fight that has not ended with myself in the last years would certainly subside.** **Sadness is a mercy.** **A betrayal is a rebellion.** **How beautiful it is to imitate white…** **How beautiful it is to be as clean as a cloud…** **Since I still have time, I must make the universe and inside of me even whiter, not for nothing but my tolerance and goodwill, after all, the new year was very coy when I presented myself and here is the time when I was the herald of finding myself, then come on.** **Emotions and hope continue at full throttle.**