A universe with laced dresses
Hanged on trees with chosen souls,
Then abandoned on bone boxes.
A universe with looks and bodies,
With fires and carbon, with stars and sun,
Because all of them burn under frail touches.
A universe with squares and rounds,
All of them spinning, playing, jumping,
Without life or death, without being.
A universe with colored flowers
Or on the ground painted with soul
And sweet whispers left as a title.
A universe with dance and art
And faces without words or being,
With silent pleasure or suffering.
A new universe, ambiguous, where humans don't exist.
Create your own place where you are alone. Just with yourself, you can think clearly, make decisions, enjoy yourself and live more than you do in real life.