I want to find them. I need to.
all the material that will allow me to make sense of my mind, of life.
there lies the truth: in between.
but someone stole it,
no-one invented it,
it never existed,
and we all stumble upon liminality,
we are all lost, jumping with no bridge,
going astray as we pass from sanity to madness,
century after century
trying to figure the path,
from heart to mind
and back.
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