joi, 1 ianuarie 2015

walls falling down

Being straightforward may damage your image, but will always keep your spine intact.

Because once a vertebrate, always one.

When tired, the walls fall down. And it vibrates to my soul so hard that I can picture the place. Again and again as the first time I saw it. Never knew what to do with it.

Someplace Rome, near the Colliseum, lies an old gothic church with an old torn apart garden. You need me to draw it out? But after passing the iron doors (iron, so ironic for a blood desease, roght?), the land unfolds into someplace Magic. From the future from where the Time bends the future with the eternity of our souls. Whispering, that is.. "Come. Follow me. It's time."

As I follow, I feel i get lost in the magic of your dream of me. Because the world is still, the time is still, and the only presence around is your breathing. Do you even know you do that when tired? If when tired, than what about willingly while wide awake? And then, why do I wonder why I fell you lingering on my skin when our auras meet by accident?

Wide awake remembering.

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