seems that some odors or colors subtly open a crack in this reality of mine. And if I slip I take courage.
Your smile is the key.
As lock, so naturally open and begin to understand, this free air and allows me to fly in this opportunity to peek there.
In this fissure, not me. From this knowledge and presence, I am another creature ... a lucid, winged. With fresh eyes and without prejudice. Dream.
A smile and a gesture that has no evil. I like to go there. Live and think I'm more real. And with those eyes look better. I see everything, and all holding me, I am natural.
Further, my density I fly away and shine, I am not water, sun or bread.
inmaleable am this rigid solid. I move quickly to there, no doubt because my heart is in the crack of reality. I save at any moment if I look out there.
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