I seize every thought every conception and appraisal with bursting hands,
And with double color blood I raze them between my numb fingers. Enraged I throw worlds of sorrow against massive walls causing and destroying all unmanageable molecules in its path.
Vases made out of prediction shattered right before my quasi hypothetical eyes as solitude felt from the darkest sky upon my crown.
Fear won’t let me cease to cry for this phantom laments nor will lead to nowhere but to these identical dark tears.
My veins clasp every given second, glancing the seventh sense in the depths of a shattered half of soul.
My pores exchange information about Politics and blind knowledge with ancient gods through a dead language as I observe my self departing from your science and forced calculations.
Time and dust is all that it’s left but the air feels so pure when I’m up here flying with held hands with fading memories to be dreary away with remorse and dying stones, as the only perceived choice was to spread my opaque wings and fly across the corners of my own universe encompassed with all the beauty and elegance that the years of weeps built around this unique breath that made one be.
Music it’s the stronghold to my heart as God it’s to my entire world in moments like this.
I kneel upon a sea of circumstances and joy with eyes shut reflecting about tunnels and evolutions along memories and heartbeats that I and I guess we all at some point come across, and the only thing I can think of is: “where it’s my red wine?”. My own thought makes me inner laugh for a second or two, but the truth is that after a sunny day the storm will come and vise and versa, but no matter how the color ends, smiles and love should always prevail and we all shaw say hail to thee.
By: Giovanny Yuri
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