Bruno Pierri Galvao

I am everything.

You are part of me.

We must live together.

Let us live in peace.

I must make that happen.

Shall we begin?

Woke up today with happiness on my mind. Infiltrating every corner and hidden area there is.

Overflowing happiness. The rush. Wild waves of endomorphins. One thing triggers the next.

And before you know it. I was having a great day. But considerate as I have become.

My aim is to keep that state of mind forever. How? With great control.

Baby steps. All the way, into the light. Climbing the steps to paradise. Never losing sight of the light.

I write this with my eyes closed. Flying high always the same height from the ground, I travel through lands of green hills.

Up and down. Up and down. Through the billows of a fantasy land. As if following a wave pattern. Maybe the waves of trance.

Sometimes I see and object or two. Not to give much attention or desire I continue without hesitation.

Completely bodiles, just essence, I roam.

Walk a step.

A thousand objects.

A trillion atoms.

A few thoughts.

Various connections.

Cells multiplying.

Blood pumping.

Life breeding.

Death claiming.

Light reaching.

Chemicals reacting.

Secrets holding.

Energy working.

Things existing interchangeably.

Air immersing.

Smell suppressing.

Filthy things jumping at you.

Mother interrupts: Go to Church

Few will understand this. This is for the few.

Potatoes. Why do they look the way they do?

I am here to explain. That is the gift that I have.

So nasty on the outside. So weird. Why?

Shape construed. Why?

Isn’t it weird. The existence of a potato?

Think.

Acknowledge.

Now apply the principle to everything else.

Explanation:

That is why things exhale in different forms leaving impressions in your world.

Inhale them and exhale your own. Each time differing and living.

So mechanical. Too mechanical. Why does a potato exist? Why does it look the way it does?

There is more. That is what it has taught me. I feine for it.

My mind tells me: I need a chocolate chip cookie.

Sent from my taste buds.

My stomach twists and says: No

My taste buds melt and send me a billion

My mind accepts then regrets.

Green lime chair. Ripped from far too much usage.

Maybe somebody stepped on it with pointy shoes.

Sweat wore its leather on the outer rims.

Retro chair. Grey stuffing sticking out. Threads pealing away.

Crackled green leather. Black metal frame eroded on the edges.

Subtle light reflections adding on to the retro style.

The chair has an acquired taste.

It fits to it surroundings.

It is here to stay. To rot. To peal away. To fancy your reality.

Admire the qualities. It could care less.