In my head

In my head,
everything was in a rush
somewhat inevitably.

The ideas of misinterpretation,
small surprises.

The taste often ended
by rediscovering its scents,
eventually leaving them
escape.

Empty stares,
It was as if everything was over.

And then,
It was time to go out.,
to live
and to dream,

to look
minor ailments,
shake the sky
with a bit of rebellion.

What if it were possible?.