Third party memories or 25 grams weightlifting

we're rushing down these streets where people are so afraid of each other. Some are dancing and singing, some are hiding their thoughts deep, haunted carousels of the past and present. snowing. some windows are open wide, some are closed and serene. there are no strangers just friends waiting for it to happen. cats are ruling our homes. and silence. memories of past wars and future arguments. and silence. bikes are being left outside to guard our fears. meaningful gestures. so many unspoken words just falling out of our minds. productivity, people pretending to read and understand out of the blue. then forget. forging their own future with bright and meaningful words. not lasting. it's all gone in a split second. you've bought and consumed this moment. left it behind like an old friend breathing into the thin cold winter air.

camping in this supreme timeless spot, where nothing moves anymore. stillness surrounds everything. except minds trying to escape moments which never existed. imagination. create anything from everything, climb to the top. there are no mountains here just lost pyramids under the sea level. I've built a home. I've planted a tree. it's growing deep under my steps, my heart is glowing. and she keeps slipping away. until we'll be forgotten and covered by our own acknowledgements and strange consequences.

metroPeace, metroPolis, people rushing and soundless hate, no words, no smiles. just covers of covers of covers.

you try to escape but there is nothing outside than this endless desert of sounds from the past entangling and pumping a new self into the world. it's all found and forgotten. just practice it forever and you will get your own little spotless falling star.

that weight is lifting and carries me outside. i feel a part of everything.