2nd way

Ofer Neumann

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On crazy days, through is a lot.

Maybe a meeting place. 100 meters from someone else's sanity.

Maybe hope for change.

Maybe air. Memory of things that were trivial.

Not many have a way these days. Going out and not knowing where, amazed at the light that can and cannot be seen among trees,

Try not to sink. Protruding.

Such a hope of something in which one can know what is the end, what is the beginning, what is light, what is impossible.

Instructions that are difficult to follow like shadows. Like a blue sky

But far away. Blue and beautiful and can not. Do not touch, do not know.

The path asks the innocent, the hidden, the imprisoned, the blinded, the withdrawn.

The island is the island.