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the night ends again

the sleepless nights bug me. i wish to wake up in different cities all the time. so many challenges are fought and won during nights. jumping timezones, satisfying herds of information mongers. i wish to wake up to where they are, living multiple existences. projecting the soul wherever its needed. bridging dimensional gaps, waking up to you. in different turns and twists, of highways and mountain roads, flying in dreams of dark memories. i wish for endless nights.


Kavi said…
Bridging dimensional gaps ! yes..multi dimensional gaps ! bridges we must build !
Cinderella said…
loved this.
Jeevan said…
Many people turn night’s worth... in dream and work treat with time and energy.
Ghost Particle said…
[kavi[ and lives we must find, touch and love. :)

[girl] thanks :)

[jeevan] always admire your thoughts bro, it seeks the deeper meaning :)

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