Every day becomes a journey through the darkness, in the innermost void.
It matters not how trivial life may be.
But how deep.
Living in the vast creativity.
But also of anguish and anxiety.
The freedom.
Like an astronaut exploring space.
Of unknown lands, so beyond the limits of gravity.
And sometimes returning.
But when you lie there.
You know you will be back up there, in the timeless space.
It is frightening.
But the journey is unmistakably, the golden embroidery woven into an otherwise grey drape.
It is obvious that you are different, when you feel like a story in "Thousand-and-one Nights".
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