Archive | November 2013

Nothing creative

Music always made me feel creative,it inspires me to do stuff… write about things.
My ear drums vibrate gently from voices and sounds of human desperation hidden in cluster of emotional and physical performance.
My brain lights up, as my neurons send information to one another of peace and pain, happiness and sadness, i become aware of myself and everything that quietly breath behind my back.

White becomes grey, paper gets moist it rains tonight. My eyes are closed i don’t really see as clear, it was bad idea to write on my balcony in the first place. Sun peeks from behind the clouds, even rain drops slow down, appreciate the moment, catch last sunlight, make slow sweet love with your own life.
Only the tallest grass peeks out from flooded fields beneath my balcony, dark dangerous waters inhabit thous flooded fields. They seem dead until slow rain drop kisses the surface, sets all in motion. One wave becomes two, and two four as eventually everything is exploding. Dark waters move from slowest rain i ever seen, makes it forget let it guard down, and now everything what is above sees the bottom of thous damned flooded fields.
Burst of laughter leaves me startled, who can inhabit this secluded place. Dressed in dark, bear footed smiling brighter that my lover sun, dark haired and bright eyed on her back like water strider slowly moving on the surface of thous now loving clear waters.
If i could i would not stair, but i am to weak and she is just to beautiful, stepping from balcony was not so hard as i don’t really feel fear of heights. But water hurts me, makes me uncomfortable, makes my long for fire. Only natural to be dry and warm, and i am son of mars it is natural indeed.
“Please take my hand” i whisper gently, she smiles back with this expression on her face like she was just looking for an answer ” my hands are itchy from thous flooded fields” she understood while laughing from my blunt response. She grabs my hands…
I don’t really live in this world but we can all relive it over and over again while it is encrusted into memory of the web.

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