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Freestyling my thoughts
Between black and white, there is also gray.
Gray is the way you perceive the world neither bad nor good, but real.
Real through your own eyes.
Panic.
At dawn, panic begins.
Either because you sleep too deeply,
Or because you cannot sleep at all.
Or because in those early hours you keep yourself busy so you don’t think.
Or in those moments when the universe forces you to think, to stop avoiding situations.
Strength.
Strength that you’ve managed to avoid them for so long.
Strength to stand face to face with them.
Strength to rise and dance at that very moment the moment you walk down the path into your own darkness, and then must rise again.

Faith.