No matter where, no matter when,
His dreams pour on paper through his pen.
With a definite penchant for fantasy,
His mind drifts through the clouds easily.
He might look like he's just sitting there,
But his thoughts are gone, who knows where.
Constantly traveling across the world,
Infinite possibilities in front of him are unfurled.
Sometimes, you can even find him in outer space,
Discovering a new language, a new race.
All he needs is a good song and his phone,
Just a few minutes, or hours, spent alone,
To create another dreamy piece,
Since the ideas never stop coming, never cease.
From utopias to his darkest fears,
Not twice the same, but the idea reappears:
From introspection to galactic,
Without needing to be climactic,
He can truly feel what he just wrote,
Thanks to the fact that his mind can float.
YOU ARE READING
InkTober 2020 (written)
Proză scurtăInkTober is originally a series of daily ink drawing "challenges", initiated by James Parker. Throughout October, a new word is given every day. Since I'm not good at drawing but I wanted to try it out, I decided to write short stories/poems instea...
