Just thinking about nothing I realize how everything if worth thinking about. I opened my eyes this morning without knowing if I was alive or if I was illusion, soon I realize that unreal I was, and also was my bed. Getting out as fast as a man can get up of a bed I quickly grab a hold of my roof. This roof gives me peace of mind it lets me be. Yesterday before going away I saw the same roof and so I did a year ago. Looking at the white I saw my people’s face and when I looked deeper I saw their eyes. Exactly then the white turn into colorful dresses, fruits and places. I started to find the beauty of the rainbow of my roots but then faster than the way I grab the roof the black and dark color took over and this rainbow now was like rotten peach. It used to be so sweet. Now all the children of the dark begun to crawl around, showing what they are made of. Violence, rape, corruption and poverty. I don’t have to mention how green dollars became when coming out of every hole of their bodies and how I saw their drug stuffed bodies have fun eating my rainbow, full of hate… I let go…. falling back on my bed…. and I opened my eyes again, now I was an illusion in a different farm but with the same chickens, explanation: when I went out I found my self surrendered with seed of the dark rainbow. I finally let go again… I felt now, but now I want to keep sleeping, at least when I have the guts to break the faces of those who play along but whose pockets are full of broken dreams and wear a big sad mask of happiness, or when I finally move on….

Rocko