Today...

You touch every sound of the music you listen with the signature of your feelings while you are walking on the street wondering how comes the horses gallop free not even looking at you... and you walk trough the same dimension endless wearing the reality on your watch posted as an endless tattoo...It's morning, then the middle of the day, evening and night... where are the breaks between monotony? Wish I could breath the smell of a universe gap to other dimensions... Running around on the streets, passing each block with a hundred of thoughts, wondering where is the door to those civilizations which could change the clockwise... hm... wish I could save some time in one of my pockets for tomorrow or maybe even for yesterday... Morning again... passing the street leaving the same trays behind, no one interesting to analyze, everyone overwhelmed by problems and useless worries regarding today, tomorrow... where is the wind of freedom in this story? Do we have to start a war with ourselves to change the meaning of life? Is this sit we have to low or to high to enjoy a more spectacular view? If this is the center of Universe, the Universe is a big empty glass having in the middle a grain of dust... this is the Earth... wish I could drink a sip of the Universe... the horses still gallop, the people do not see them, they are too concerned about tomorrow... what's the reason and meaning of all these? Hm... guess this words are just an effect of reality... a second from my watch screams... is it too late to wake up in another world?...Come again today... and tomorrow... and yesterday... I'm here to fight...:) Good morning ice ideals of ideas of the somewhere from nowhere... there's no distance big enough to separate me from the people I knew and think about... meet you again... the world is just a grain dust:)