Heart winter

I lay in the bed. I´m sure that earth beneath is getting rounder by the minute. Its late and I think I´m not sleeping. I know that soon the bed starts to move. It starts to slide on the round and cold ground. And in blink it slips from the edge of the earth and falls to the dark void. In dreams there is no gravity. I´m gone. Trains, cars, aeroplanes, busses, taxi´s... Being one of the poorest persons I know I sure do pollute a lot. So I dressed up as gorilla that has a huge boner(erected rubber penis). And to get me going I roll in the snow in front of the bar. I have no underwear so its really cold. Then I run screaming to inside and start to grab women from behind and raise them into air. Its hard to see through the gorilla mask. Soon I notice the woman the gorilla is harassing(sitting on the lap with bare ass and shouting dirty words) is not a woman at all but actually young man. He is some hippie style young musician who is in stiff shock. I notice that the feeling in bar is not so hilarious or crazy as it could be. There is a hand full of people attended and they are actually little bit afraid. Gorilla is swearing in strange low voice and shaking its lonely boner. Outside in the night snow flows tenderly. I look out of the window again and I see bright snowy landscapes rolling by. Trees are covered with heavy snow and sun is high for short time. This view perfectly reflects my feelings. Out there is a huge unknown forest, white and still. And I´m flying through it in 200 km/h speed. We are near the entrance of the ancient temple area. By the gate there is a black sailor who collects the entering fees. I´m walking there with my friend. There is a get feeling that he will not pay the fee. And as we roll in he moves to the far side of the gateway. In the moment I put my coins in to the sailors jar he steps in. Like a dog out of leash. I smile and say –you have to give the Caesar that what belongs to Caesar. -A kick in the ass, he answers. -First your money then kick in the ass, I add. On top of the hill we can now see a small jade temple. In the main railway station two guys offer flyers to by passers. Big letters say SALVATION IS COMING. As I walk by them I hear that they speak something about 1990´s model BMW. I stand on the ocean. On frozen openness. It´s my favourite place. By the masters house old drunks kiss and hug each other.