Lack of Reasons

There's a moment where reality overrides tiredness, in a small space created on purpose to comfort the lack of reasons. Everything starts to exist without us knowing how to control it, as if we were ever able to determine the course of out will. And it's there, between the fluid lines and consciousness that we find reality disguised. Perfectly aware of the unexisting senses, I let myself awake, in a white square within a black rectangle...

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