Spacious thoughts in a narrow area don't really give much of a chance of escape. Photo: Rob Potter / Unsplash You remain awake in dark solitude, flying over the world, looking for yourself, unique and liberated, not thinking about anything, ready to acompany the unknown, the limitless, the imperishable. An odorous expanse, endless in size, and nearby stars are your new dimension. Then you feel the tranquillity of other spaces, buoyant, unconscious, imposse

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 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