I don’t
know how I got here
I’m not
even sure if I should call it a ‘place’
To get here
you don’t need to steer
You just
fall or you come by chance
Here, you
can hear rocks cry
You can see
them shed tears, some might even bleed
No, this
isn’t hell
Most of us
don’t know what it really means
You can’t
be sure if you’re in torment or in peace
Everyone’s
equal, no governments, no currency and no political bullshit
Here if you
don’t read you suffocate
Your mind is
your lungs, it’s gasping for words
The heart
is what you are, there are no secrets here
Here
rocks cry, melt and they might even bleed