Sometimes

Sometimes I feel I'm made of air, of light light, of nothing .... I dream of a different world with a different air and a different sound I dream of me as a different person, with a different body and different weight...sometimes I dream I can fly, sometimes a dream my name is not my name, I dream I'm called Scherazade and I can tell the world in a word

Sometimes I'd like to speak not with my tongue, but with my eyes, but with my nose, but with my heart...

Sometimes I find it so difficult to speak, too useless to say, too difficult to utter the simplest of sounds

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