There are stories to tell and there are unsayable things that try to be spoken.
What the bird sees is different to what the spoken sees.
But what the spoken feels the bird cannot feel.
When the thirsty weeps the silence sings,
The parts rattle on the battleground inside of you.
Peace of mind is a temporary medal made of rustic gold and tainted yellow.
Everybody needs mental freedom.
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