I am a crystalline world.
It is hard to blind me.
You see through me.
I allow you to see through me.
Is this opening up? Open mind?
You ask, where is the crack?
It's everywhere.
Memory floats in the air and bubbles above the hamlet in the sky.
Underneath the pebbles in the sea spread out slowly
the movement touches the surface of rocks that lay.
They are grey mixing black and white.
And everything else that is binary.
And I am yellow.
Love should not be forced.
Love is not a force that should be forced.
How should I break my story?
A diary I wrote in December.
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