Lay on the floor

Sometimes, I just feel like laying on the floor
And stay there for a while
Breathing
Feeling
The cold temperature from the floor
Penetrating in my essence
Me
A human being
With emotions
And the floor
A piece of concrete
Constructed by another human
Just absorbing
each thousandth
of second
from the moment
of existence
For an instant,
I don’t want to think about
something
or anything that tiggers my mind
that means absolutely nothing
but
the present moment