Sunburst

Sunburst.
reborn, in my mind
somewhere far away
Memories of a poem I can not remember
and a place where I have never been.
could be.
i don’t know.
where the feelings go …
groping in the emblem of the past
but living with the expectation of the future
stuck in a vortex of awareness
alien
dissociated,
detached
frivolous,
self-control
energetic
pulses that change
perverse logic.
confront yourself with your demons,
Live and let live.
Going where the feelings go …
The space and time are simply «rules»
We realized that we don’t see the reality
and, we have no ability to modify!
or correct the colored lenses through
which we see the world.
but maybe,
we can touch something.
like this!
with our fantasy!
Sunburst!
What’s going on?
We realized that we are alive!
we have the ability to live right now!
Sunburst!
Going where the feelings
Go.