today i went to the insides
of the dragon again
now i hate this place
the colors changed to
shades of black and grey
the man with horns
went there wearing
a dark red shirt
it changed into
dark grey
i went there
wearing a white shirt
it stayed white
looks like i'm the one
who fits in now
in all the black and grey
but he
he fits in colors
shades of red and
purple
he asked me;
what happened over here?
suddenly the place felt
cotton and it was very comfortable
i screamed the name of
the man with horns
suddenly i was home
i told my father all about it
he said it's something called a dream.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
artbook
Poesía// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
