All that glitters is not gold: it’s crystal clear there’s something fishy going... I’m all at sea and I don’t feel up to rolling the dice, I’ve bolt myself in an airtight shelter, a cocoon where I can bang the door to such bitter mist. I’ve been torn to shreds which have put out to sea... The blaze of colour that gave off broad daylight has gone out and I’m left on my own with a lump in my throat. My eyes are crying out, flooded with painful tears and I just can’t tame them, they are drowned out by the dizziness. Not all is as easy as falling off a log, dispelling my doubts is a bottomless well, a funnel that soaks me up and ties me to the nothingness. I’ve thrown in the towel, I find it hard to turn a deaf ear to it all, that's asking me much.
I wish fairy tales existed...
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