Thickness

There are these days, in which you suddenly feel the storm as a soul revelator. I now have changed the washing solution, I heard that cold play, or was it Coldplay? What if suddenly all the people that left us could talk to your soul just one minute. What if, during day, light has no more heatness than the fridge? Imagine that you just can't finish your work, mainly because your head is swimming between clouds. I feel like licking honey on the plastic table, What if it was actually good? Yeah, indeed, there are these days in which reality seems more thick and hot than usual, or simply darker. Leo