Nirvana Nirvana home are you. Where my soul is set free and my emotions flow true. The day that I couldn’t control myself. The night that I had to console myself. My spiritual breakthrough.
My love, my God, and my essence all together lovely, omnipresent. Wearing rose colored glasses, opalescent. Living life in my glory days. Living life without gory days. No need for antidepressants.
Nirvana Nirvana home are you. Time after time, in and out of my mind, memories intertwined. The peace, and security of a dependable lifeline. A credit card with no limit that never declines. Climbing out of a rabbit hole after losing your mind.
Nirvana Nirvana home are you. On the top of the highest mountain or deep in the blue. A place where the drama is resolved and the trauma is too.
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