your portrayed thoughts on the wall that cuts in half my reality.
with no purpose.
to no extent.
My intuition is lost on that wall
an elefant in a grocery store.
Too big to fit. Too enclined to dance the oldest elephant dance.
I can't trust my elefant's dance.
I can't trust its movement momentarily into the world, or on your wall.
Keep this wall high, as you seem to need. to Play hide. No seek.
I will put my elephant to rest on my right arm. Will find a way, in the end.
When his music will not be played,
the dance will surrender to this silence I started feeling.
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