the mind wanders like a stranger
it is tired of familiarity, a man tied to a house
even kids do not please, a wife is better left in the kitchen,
and smoke rises, and your mind rises with it,
clouds, sun, mountains, it does not want to entertain an
ideology,
it seeks pleasure, it is wishing
"unthinkfulness", a new word of the soul, an escape from the thoughts of this body,
"wandering as a cloud" or a scrap of paper floating on the river,
less the bottle,
a feather in space, a dust dancing in a ray of light entering a room early morning,
it is this blankness that makes us alive again
this emptying,
this unbreaking, away from the sophistication of love and its
hearkbreaks,
away from the ladder of an ambition,
into a pool, a jacuzzi, your body immersed, lots of bubbles caressing your skin,
your mind travels outside, and you are left alone
without anything.
it is tired of familiarity, a man tied to a house
even kids do not please, a wife is better left in the kitchen,
and smoke rises, and your mind rises with it,
clouds, sun, mountains, it does not want to entertain an
ideology,
it seeks pleasure, it is wishing
"unthinkfulness", a new word of the soul, an escape from the thoughts of this body,
"wandering as a cloud" or a scrap of paper floating on the river,
less the bottle,
a feather in space, a dust dancing in a ray of light entering a room early morning,
it is this blankness that makes us alive again
this emptying,
this unbreaking, away from the sophistication of love and its
hearkbreaks,
away from the ladder of an ambition,
into a pool, a jacuzzi, your body immersed, lots of bubbles caressing your skin,
your mind travels outside, and you are left alone
without anything.
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