Half Asleep Thoughts #03

One-million-zillion cowboys on horses, galloping down my throat, into my lungs, through my bloodstream and into my cells – each carrying a knapsack containing a little parcel of peace. They deliver it, pick up any tension that is lying about and then they gallop out again.

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