A VIVID MIND.

I´m just free-falling inside my mind.

Holding on to what others call “strange".

 

In it, I am:

The story of life.

The story of space.

 

Feeling the wind against my face

It´s warm.

But doesn´t stop my endless void.

I know, its a mess,

that just my words understand.

 

I keep walking,

Deep into the woods.

In no direction, shape, or path.

Its late.

And I´m alone.

 

I see something,

A vivid mind,

That somehow grabbed mine.

Here.

In this earth,

In this space.