Terribly

long since I wrote anything. Here or elsewhere.

All I hear is noise.
Of
Impatient blowing of hundreds of horns
Restless sliding of layers of dreams
And
Nervous collisions of tons of thoughts

An endless circular staircase
And I drive down and down
On two wheels
The one behind half forgotten

Down in the deep
It is still noisy
Thats why they say
It is all in the head.

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I still havent really understood what I have written.
Just trying to go by the belief: Write. No matter what.