Let the dust settle before you start assuming things about the shape of my imagination.
Tornado's and whirlwinds are frequent; they tear at my peace of mind, they scatter my thoughts.
Just let the dust settle before you start asking questions, please.
The inhabitants of my brain are screaming to be released, it really makes it hard to think.
If I lay my head on my pillow,
I can hear helicopters.
Maybe they are evacuating my mind.
Maybe I will be able to sleep now.
Maybe you will be in my dreams.
Maybe when the dust settles,
I will allow myself to say, "I miss you"
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