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thoughts of important days
thoughts of stupid haircut(s)
thoughts of lost times
scared of new beginnings
had some crazy sleep
strange nightmares
horror morning
boring day
empty mind
not that empty, cause they’re lots to think about, but lack of enthusiasm.
To love is to reconstruct, when you are away,
your steps, your silences, your words,
and to pretend to follow your thoughts
when unmoving at last by my side, you fall silent.
It’s one of those nights when I start questioning reality. Is this really it? There’s nothing here, no love, no care, just memories, a pile of memories wrapped with a grey ribbon. Dreams can barely help escaping from this endless darkness of the inside.
Every day is just another 24 hours that I eagerly await to get rid off, as maybe someone will open that door again, sometime…
Nothing else really matters anymore.
deepression…
Black and white day, full of contrasts and panic attacks. A time I wanted to run away and hide, deep inside my bed. Actually deep inside my head.
Purple Ribbons and Balloons
I lay down on my back
And close my eyes
Just to see the beauty of yours
Pure candy, wrapped in black and white
So sweet that I would never touch them
So soft and kind that I could never forget
And down, down below
Your gateway to the world of flowers
A pack of pretty sensors
To smell the beauty of your world
To taste the happiness of others
As none could stop your crazy smile
And fire, burning, fire burning in your hair.
Just like a tree, never getting old
Always there, to hug a sigh
Always there, to raise a grin
How could I not love…
Life Noir
He shakes that snow globe just like the birds shake their cold wet wings on his porch every now and then.
Deep inside the woods, where time has forgot its play and where no colors ever experienced natural light, all was black and all was white. And this whole crepuscular atmosphere changed the world around. In here, physics had different rules, as you could never be sure an apple really fell on your head, as the fruit could have easily been a ball of wool or just a lonely piece of coal.
But Grey likes it here. Or at least, he thinks he does. He’s not that alone as described, it’s a small cat with big curios eyes, that also shares his place. A black one, as far as Grey would tell you, though no one really knows for sure. Not that it’s an important fact or anything. Things here are not described so much, they are what they are just because. Their simple existence tells the whole story.
Yet, naturally, Grey has questions to ask, far from this default rule. He never experienced nature as much as he wanted. He never knew spring, and sadly, he never knew autumn. As all those fallen leaves could have easily been mistaken by snow flakes. Just like the ones he observes, shaking that globe over and over again. He heard about the stars… No he didn’t! But it was only the perfect end for this world above him.
September
It’s my least favorite of the trio, but, nevertheless, september stands for a big preview of what’s still to come this autumn.
Autumn… The warmest season of them all. Cause all the summer heat tries to hide from the cold wind taking over. And it can only go deeper in, inside our heart and inside our mind.
Dreams of quiet walks, yellow leaves and long scarfs.
I was trying to sleep, early this morning, and everything around me reminded about the first day of school. I don’t exactly know how. But now, all I can think of is the next morning. Still and moving images form inside my head, I could almost feel I’m really there, waiting…
Waiting
cold feet hit the ground
under the quiet night
to find the perfect path
to take me to that perfect spot
where the water is not so deep
and where the distance is all so gone.
Back home…
Just to find my empty room again, full of memories and mixed emotions.
I had time these days, to think. I tried to forget, but I couldn’t. It overwhelmes me, the feeling of loneliness and cold. I thought… and I have a couple of stories to tell.
To begin with, I miss that train station…
