Something has changed in the world's setup. Hours are feeling like days, days like weeks and future like a time that never comes.
Sitting in a square, it feels like life stopped. People are no longer graceful and sun has shone less. It feels like the most meaningful, joyful space is a blank piece of paper where I'm writing this.
Where's the blue sky? Where are the colors? What's the soundtrack giving life a happier rhythm? Which flavor could sweeten this fully empty tasteless space?
One might say it's a molecular mutation... or that gravity forces are inclining society to another configuration. Global warming perhaps...
Other might say t'was a change inside myself. Inside warming, inside reconfiguration. Forces inside wished the surroundings changed.
The poet might say I need to listen to a lullaby, sang live. Go a little closer, take it to a whisper, just a little louder...
