there's this place that's a buffer between two worlds.it's a tunnel of relaxation between two hyperventilations.
A twilight zone, caught and squeezed between two worlds,
night and day,
light and dark,
reality and dream,
wake and sleep,
tranqulity and turmoil,
it is a place of calmness wedged in real urbania.
i don't even know the name of this place,
i don't want to know it,
it could be anywhere,
it is timeless.
you're outside, and yet are covered and heated
you see and feel the elements as night falls.
protected, strong, the world has stopped
and it will only start again when i leave.
we can talk for hours, as we rebuild the galaxies,
we can not say a thing and the galaxies will still grow,
the world can wizz around us in whispers, shouts and crashes,
but we remain masters
untouchable.
only the ashtrays and the stars they project
are witnesses to our words,
to our laughs,
to our tears,
to our angers and our fears,
our angst,
our hopes and deceptions,
dreams,
truths and deceptions.
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