minds
colliding
& collapsing
every second
in the world we
don't see &
we don't want
to feel
we run, we hide,
closing eyes,
covering the ears,
shutting down the
heart
trying to avoid
& face the truth
in which
we are living
just 'cause
we love more
the lie, 'cause
it's easier
to deal with it.
My friend,
why being finite
when we come from
the never ending sky?
PCf
writer of unconventional thoughts
