The world tends
To end around me.
I rub my eyes.
Colors, flashes and
Swirl of starlight
Gets to me.
My soul soaks in
The Greek mythical river
That washes off
All the suffering.
Head pokes into
Into the sky of
Renaissance Italy.
Human creativity
Is unbound.
A brief moment of
Belongingness
Gets to me.
Kind of nostalgia
For unknown things..
Craving for that
House that's not yet built.
To a place I haven't
Set my feet.
On the streets of
Ancient China,
Our eyes briefly
Meet..
We exchange a
Tiniest measurable
Human connection.
And that's where my
World ends.
So I rub my eyes
Again.
Swirls, colors and
Bizarre series of
Accidents bring
Me here..
To meet you as
A stranger again.
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