There are certain days, few nights where you are just lying on a bed or a couch or maybe on some grass. You lie there contemplating about your life scenarios – chosen or forced.
Or you lie there wondering about those fantasies which you evidently know would never happen. Or you just lay down on your bed or couch or the grass and do nothing. Think nothing. Just stare; gaze at nothing. Maybe you blink, maybe you do not.
With that coffee cup or the novel gradually deteriorating and with the television screen talking to itself; you seem to visibly disappear somewhere you do not even know yourself.
Just by simply lying there on certain days, you seem to become a part of nature, the unbound universe and of the dimensions that you did not bother conspiring with when you weren’t “just lying on the bed or the couch or the grass”.
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