Nothing else.
I want to live like this.
There’s nothing else,
no time.
I’ll keep reaping this fix.
Nothing else.
I’ll keep repeating,
eating, drinking, dreaming and breathing this reality.
There is nothing else
when there is nothing left.
When all consumed by passion,
you get taken to another level,
swallowed down, but lifted up on the way.
There’s truly nothing else
when the dream becomes reality
and you realize you were born for this.




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