The space above is like the space infront, this space calm as the instruments of classicals on a fine after-night. Unknown and peaceful to the mind, clarity to thoughts and a distant unforced smile.
The scorch of the sun above does not torture, its caresses sublime to the skin / winds breeze sweetened air ,not a wind of dust/ sounds of birds chirp between eardrums _the noise too fulfilling / the view crystal to the eye to the furthest distance/ days from nights indistinguishable !
No company in the midst, none is needed / for once in many 'solo' is ideal / not even her is welcome to this abode / thoughts and ideas shattered out alike , no pressure out or within / all muscles at ease , zero calories for energy.
Neither her nor football can compare to this preferrence / unlike they it takes off the edge without concentration / in this state no alcohol neither !/
A state where 7PM news are nonexistent , a life with no politricks , a cause without extremes , a marriage to the moment , a situation where success is not monetary ^
This space I prefer, ,...^
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