Flat White. Getting lost in a book.
Climbing your way down the metaphors,
up the comparison,
deeper through the adjectives
and parallel to active verbs.
Getting lost among people who never lived
and still lived more than you ever will.
Walking on imaginary streets who
resemble your veins,
they are leading straight to your heart.
Getting lost in pages who,
when put together,
have the same colour as your eyes.
What an amazing gift, to get lost in a book.
What a frightful abandonment and
what a long and fulfilling travel.