Je suis le petit Prince, le petit Prince d'Inde

Jan 18

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There it stands on the crest of a hill

But to me it’s in the valley of ashes

Before long my eyes begin to ache

My mind wanders

It wanders in search of its senses

Before long my values disappear

My spirit hides

It hides behind a fluid rock

There it stands on the crest of a hill

But to me it’s in the valley of ashes

Before long the numbness takes over

My heart quivers

It quivers not in fear but in anger

Before long my muscles squeeze

My hand floats

It floats in the unknown air

No direction

There it stands on the crest of a hill

But to me it’s in the valley of ashes

The house

My home

(Source: indiaprince)