All so tiny

U sat down, lights off, pop corn there, at hand.

Silent.

A guy in the screen connects days "by a certain piety", or so he says.

Is true.

He contains all pain and hope, contains my thoughts and many futures.

Universe.

(Never a poem)

I came with a certain face in my mind, the face turned tiny, insignificant, a close-to-nothing something.

A beautiful close-to-nothing something.

Tiny, still.

Certainty of a whole, which runs in my vains, allows me to feel the street in my feet, makes me smile at others.

Words.

Tiny beautiful thing.

(Beer)