Tuesday, September 17, 2013

When the world is but a room for you

I know that this phase won't last
It's like falling in space before you hit the ground, hard
This existence of mine, beyond temporality and space
One day like another
Not even relevant to mark them out..with work? action?
They seem a distant echo of the last impact I had with the universe
Now I am still floating in space
Wondering if emotions such as gratitude, grace or of hollowness, emptiness
Should I seek to burden myself with
or let it be the same

Until I hit the ground next


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