random things


South Africa

Random things

These words race in my head,

I can’t explain them.

They take control of my reality,

Going wild like wavy lines.

Up and down they go,

Comparing to a graph.

There is no way to read them.

There is no silence,

Yet there is no noise.

Circling, but not going all around,

They don’t make sense.

Random things,

And certain places.

I just know,

That only i can answer the questions

What can i say?

There isn’t any other way to explain.

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