Minimalistic Land

Take me to minimalistic land
Where furniture is frowned upon
And having enough
Is actually enough

Where crowded is not a word
Where feelings can flow
Without bumping into each other
And there’s no such thing as open space
Cause space never closes

Take me to a world
Where you can run for miles
And see not a house
Not a building
Not an unnecessary factory
Of unnecessary cravings
And die-hard addictions

Take me there
Where trees can still bear
The weight of my humanly possessions
A ground to walk on
A sky to sleep under
And a body to live in

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