in the subway, between 8:45 and 8:48 am, on a monday, going to work, stuck next to two people with smelly armpits

I never accepted organized happiness.
you get up,
you dress yourself in your best clothing,
and then you go t o a place to “have fun”.
how does this even work?
I find it ever more insane when considering the existence of people that do not consume alcohol.
ok, true their existence is somewhat problematic to conceive and come to terms with anyway,
but still.
you go and you have fun,
as if fun is something you can fit in little boxes,
in little rooms,
in little cd’s with the greatest pop songs currently out.
fun is accident,
fun is surprise,
fun is randomness,
fun is people that make it funny,
fun will never be something that one can plan
poetry too

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in the subway, between 8:45 and 8:48 am, on a monday, going to work, stuck between two people with smelly armpits by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

as simple as it gets

the river kept flowing
- as rivers do -
endlessly pushing against the rock.

the rock kept standing
- as rocks do -
endlessly holding its ground against the river,
but briefly got to wondering:

how could it tell,
that the thing it's up against,
is a river,
and not, let’s say, maybe, another rock?
seriously,
no sight, no touch, no smell,
just the general feeling of pressure.
how could it tell?

the answer was quite simple:
the storyteller named them thus.
no storyteller would ever name a rock
“river,”
right?

and they wouldn't even dare name a river
“rock,”
right?

thank god for storytellers,
they know which is which and
tell you straight away,
right?

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as simple as it gets by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License