The noises of coffee cups and sips,

The sound of talking and gestures,

the body impressions and emotions of the people are drawing into the room,

The smell of perfumes climbing up the nose,

The smell of fresh coffee fulfilling the room,

They both interacting as a duet,

People inhaling the letters and words of the books they reading,

They are capturing the songs they listen to,

People letting their ideas flow into their laptops,

This place is special and for me the peak of being a human,

The variety is the reason why we are human beings,

Everyone defines in their own way why they are human beings.

Daydreaming and Dissociating

Dissociation is a way of transcending one's own boundaries,

A feeling of weightlessness, of drifting in the viscosity of thoughts,

Daydreaming as a kind of state without space and time,

Lost in a Penrose triangle of emotions or feelings,

Nothing endures there, at the same time everything is there,

Like a library where the books only have empty pages,

A concert without music, without sounds, without lutes,

A meadow where no flowers grow or where flowers will never bloom,

A journey without a destination,

The body and mind reorganise, they change and adapt,

In essence, dissociating is a kind of daydreaming, only much less pleasant,

Daydreaming and dissociating fight for supremacy in me every day.