There is a place my mind keeps returning to, when my thoughts wander off.
It's a place I've created myself. No one can imagine it.
It's the landscape from this "poem" of mine:
http://city-jungle-beats.blogspot.com/2012/01/hope-bridge-between-haven-and-hell.html
I think, I'm not sure, but I think so,
that I wrote it during a lucid dream.
Because if you are extremely tired, lucid dreams can be inducted without actually losing your conscience, falling asleep.
But I'm sure of one thing; if was one of the most beautiful things I've seen.
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