Don't speak. I can hear you

Lucid dreams.
I've had those. Few times while I sleep. Where I'm able to see throgh myself... beneath the tin glass of memories and
conscience
I can fly above the clouds, see things that doesn't exist yet, or things that existed.
But as far as I fly I'm never able to see it all. To see myself as you see me. To see me full.
I've found myself in front of it. But I wont understand it. Because I simply can't.


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