I am one of those lonely people
Who thrive in the absence of others
For I am never alone but away
Apart from the world for hundreds of years
And when I come back from each journey
From the parallel dimension called writing
I come dressed up with ideas and ideals
Reconfiguring my beliefs, evolved
In awe that only a few minutes have gone, when it feels that I´ve been away, apart from the world for hundreds of years.
©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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