(gotta begin with 'sometimes' because most of the time I lose my mind around people)

When I'm at an exhibition opening where everyone is dressed

For a particular painting, person or, simply a camera

It makes everything in that space suddenly become very important

Or of high artistic value, which is

To become a social topic

When in fact,

There is nothing to see

So we just start talking, mumbling and drinking sparkling water



I wonder if we could take a break

Just to listen how the flowers whistle

Instead of my Tranquility playlist on Spotify

While my fingers are running marathons


Sometimes, not sometimes

I imagine myself living an entirely different life

And still thinking about the same thing

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