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.


In this earth,

In this space.