Mix & Match
It is nice when I want to see your reflection. There is a river right there. Let's stop to gather some stones. Heavy stones for light hearts. Lack of problems and minds with stars. I completely forgot my insecurities and I created space for my future. Plenty of futures that need the past. Lots of love that creates more love.
And then.. I try to look around but everything is dark. Everyone...I mean black. The absence of light. It is like I am blind for a while. And then, it happens. I turn on the light and I see everything clearly now, and I have a feeling that I have already written poems about darkness and light.
My flat is full of books by the way. I said I will stop buying but I didn't. I keep buying new ones! Oh no. There is no space for more books! Is there space left for my many thoughts? Let's exchange a book with a thought.
Brainiacs and the most clever kids died in a plane crash once. A proof that intelligence cannot save us.
On a sleepless night I wonder where will my thoughts take me. On an insomniac night I avoid sleep.
Whenever I think of you a star falls visibly in front of my eyes. My eyes and only mine. Or is it the other way around? A star falls and then I think of you. Doesn't matter.
When small is tiny and big is massive I want to continue my existence with you.
So many thanks for the abandoned buildings , useless maps forgotten in a broken car. I do not want to not wave at you while passing you by. I will be upbeat and look for the sky!
I have to remind you that I told you the outcome before it happened. I was pretty sure of the results. A starfish in the sky above. Stars in the ocean and fish in the universe. Aliens , like some people are.
I would like to order a bottle of water. Or do I prefer wine for tonight?
So different tastes , like the taste in people, in art , in ways of life , of passing the time..
The light is smooth although artificial. Where do you find truth that's official? I dare you to close your eyes.
One day I read in a book that there are more galaxies than all the sand on earth. Imagine that. Can you carry me and my problems on your back? It is like Greek mythology with heroes and semi-gods turning to statues and rocks. Punished but staying in history and above all in everyone’s imagination. Clearly it helps the whole nation. When all is gone you are not gone too. Thank you for your protective lies and overprotective truths. I go on with you or without you beyond a universe that only likes beauty. I want something more beautiful than the most beautiful thing. Something unreal that it's only real to me.
There are altered states between reality and what you want it to be. Deep and depth. A notebook with an astronaut on the cover. A forgotten pen.. Tell me … Is there life after death?
