Blowing imagination

Knowing thinking changing my plans. Breathing deep. Feeling it in my fingers. Breathing slowly. Catching myself, my thoughts - happy to know their mine to keep. Closing the door to make sure that my ideas will stay in this room. If you open your eyes you will see me. I'm at the third floor. Looking out through my window. Glass, air och a couple of meters between us. I am up here - the world is walking, I'm not moving. Blowing me a bubble of imagination. Powh.


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