she was sleeping on the carpet
the persian one
as the sun was passing warming and
i was watching the moments of the sun as precious as ever
if i go if i stay if i am if i am not
who is going to confirm ?
the endless now so endless so momentarily ever changing
mind devouring essence
blurred vision insight validation
who am i?
traveling monk?
a punter?
a drank?
a liar?
a thief?
who am i?
Form deform repeat compete absolve dissolve
clouds so many on the sky
she moved on the blanket next to me
rocking my destiny
stroking my dreams
might be raining somewhere otherwise…
Thank Gaia 