I'm that moth drawing orbits around the streetlamp..
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Breathe..
stars are beating like little shining hearts in the dark sky.. soul is so heavy... cannot anything but lying down on the grass watching them... sadness is kidnapping my soft thoughts... darkness is holding my wrists and ankles to the ground.... Breathe... as a baby shouting to life once out of the belly house... frantically... livid skin.. reddish... messy hair.... Breathe... as a tree in the countryside... giving air... taking air... as a walking wood.. coming to my castle.. and making it fall.. in the heavy noise of rocks falling... in the silent noise of tears dropping... Breathe... and listen to the sound of your breath in your ears, in your forehead, in your nose... a bird is singing... it's morning... earth is breathing... your heart is still breathing... Breathe... It's raining in the night...
and sidewalks and streets are reflecting like mirrors now.. mirrors flickering by raindrops and people walking through.. streetlamps are projectors for new movies... there's a world upside down, of people doing what's in their dreams, they walk feet to feet, every step matches the next one perfectly... but the two heads are so distant, just because the upper one is busy minding the steps, thinking of future, worrying of career, house.. while the lower head is floating in love, imagination.. and mostly.. if it looks down it can see the sky.. while the upper one, looking down, just can see the floor... the wet shoes... shoes that won't be good anymore tomorrow... while the other one's feet are walking in the sky.. It's morning.. it stopped raining.. I have to go work. Looking out the window.. nothing is reflecting now, me neither. I have to rush, I'm late.. wearing my shoes... NO.. wait... lying down a bit more..pointing my feet to the ceiling. No.. I'm not doing yoga... I'm just walking in the sky... I'm that moth drawing orbits around the streetlamp..
I see something shining like the truth.. and I can't reach it... it's so scary.. so many fellows fell down burnt by that! People walking on a sidewalk of a solitary street.. a couple stopping by... and flirting.. and the search of the truth still flying over their heads... The search of the truth like a cloud full of rain following us everywhere... I'm one of those moths.. lying down on the street now... I'm part of the whole life of the world, flowing and going on... and I dared.. |
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