in a narrow area
don't really give much of a chance
of escape. Photo: Rob Potter / Unsplash You remain awake in
flying over the world,
looking for yourself,
unique and liberated,
not thinking about anything,
ready to acompany
An odorous expanse,
endless in size,
and nearby stars are
your new dimension.
Then you feel the tranquillity of other spaces,
You are a little bit of everything.
You are the way you walk and the way you talk,
The laugh you let out when you hear something beautiful,
And the tears you shed when you lose a loved one. You are the tiny raindrops on a warm summer day,
And the first sunray of a winter morning.
You are the flavor of flowers,
And the melody of the river flow. You are the feelings you get when seeing the sunset,
With the wind blowing gently through your hair.
You are the wishes
A hotel lobby, wide and luminous.
The floor immaculately polished.
The man with the heart of a crocodile
Is peacefully walking by,
Certain in his own choice
Without a shadow of a doubt.
And the hotel is in the chain of all chains,
In the center of a distant city,
In the east of a distant land –
The land that has been feeding crocodiles
With its hearts
For centuries – in chains.
And now, just this time,
His pure intentions,
Skillfully equipped with credit cards
they didn't see me the same,
I was there
a little darker
with a wider smile ashes on ashes,
jokes on jokes
thought after thought
it was still my voice
a little louder
a little paler Photo: Riley McCullough / Unsplash the crowd was fluorescent
so I’ve been told
the beer was apparently
still of golden color
the sky hadn’t lost pigment we were there
the kisses were still red but that’s what happens
that is what happened to me after I had felt all of