...sometimes I feel like a clock showing the right time in the wrong timezone (needing someone coming to set me), sometimes I feel like salt on a pie.. sometimes I feel like snow in summer... sometimes I just feel .. don't know what.. then I take time .. and think.. I'm alive.. but I still feel like an owl in a sunny morning...
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There's a river made of blue tonight in the sky
It's flowing through clouds, and birds are singing.. Cheated by a street lamp.. While I'm walking, buildings have faces made of windows and balconies… like eyes, noses and mouths looking at me, sometimes smiling, sometimes serious. I can see my shape on the wet street.. Imagining it's the parallel world. Diving there, I feel lighter, I feel free… An unkind car throwed water in my direction.. It was raining not so long ago.. I woke up.. And I was reminded I have to be patient.. There will always be someone throwing me something while I'm dreaming... But I will go on. Don't stop dreaming, don't stop believing.. Life is strange and continuously testing you. Be brave, and dare ! "Look that bed covered in dust, someone slept there...
and those bricks covered in leaves, someone walked there... shy sunbeams were shining on that stairway, childrens played there. The abandoned mansion was telling so many stories, cats were there listening.. among spiderwebs, rough wooden misaligned boards by the floor, reminding keys of a piano.. playng music and singing words, made of memories.. Those memories never deleted... life." The visitor was walking and respecting every single corner of that place. Rusty door handles were announcing every new room, new spaces..screeching.. He was feeling like he lived there, in another time, in another dimension... And those spaces... he ran away, scared... This was just the beginning.. of a story that won't be told... but just whispered. The moon was drawing sparkling pictures on the blue lake that night..
there was a calm feeling... no... a nervous feeling... no... a sad feeling... "why?" A curious frog just thought... the moon.. said... "I can read your thoughts, but the answer is not here..." "ok.. I'll just go on floating... as you do in the sky... I know you're not static." Everything turned calm again.... just apparently... The frog, by big rounded eyes, was wondering if the moon was able to read all the thoughts... "Let's see.. I'm thinking now.... by my long tongue... I could reach you and smooch.." ...nothing happened... "heeeey... did you hear my thought?....." .................. sunrise................... |
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