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