Sunday /
when you stare into the sky /
opening the senses /
small revelations may fly in…
…that you decide between sameness and the other.
All the time.
That this makes up your world.
Is it necessarily the only choice you have?
Or do you control what is the same and what not?
Can´t you decide on your own?
Maybe on a Sunday, first…?
Doors might open.
And the universe might answer…