i am one again. it seems that a part of me never left, and stayed here, in pain, missing itself. i am back. my left support casts a shadow, a moon shadow, a distant horse fights with it's already heavy load. the stars. never seen the stars in the city so clearly as tonite. the moon, trying to overcome the clearness of the night. futile attempt, hopefully. another horse, but this time it carries anyhting but hope. the night is awaken. the city is not sleeping. it's the first time in a long time i come back this early, satisfied, but empty. orion, my guide, my alibi, my stars. by foot the city was broken in. noone there, nobody here, everything but crowds.and i am back, with the parfume of croaissants in the air, with the moon casting the shadows of my fingers over the matrix of symbols that never fade. (...)
generation in the void. a constellation of remembrances spawns a presence. a system of feelings orbiting arround your persistant image. volatile feelings, captured by the simplicity of your ability to express yourself. the gravity of your character, that everything attracts and accelerates towards you, breaking any rule or law that science dares to declare. distance boosts the effect and your virtual presence becomes clear.
the need burns. just one bite, one more. the last sip from the fountain of youth? i am too weak. don't you dare to drink it all. don't spoil it. keep it fresh. naive in ways you forgot they existed.
i can't hold the sensation. i can't hold the resonance in me. its complexity overwelms my capacity. your persistance is my obsession. by letting go, you were really here. you still are. i can't tell where the dreams ended and reality began, and i don't want to find out.
soft. like velvet. softer. the tips of my fingers flying just above, amazed by your shape, trying to find a place to land. your skin is the materialization of your charm.
i need to remember this. three consecutive rounds. nothing much to say about the first one. my angel was there in the second, red, aching. my hope, it was just physical. the vision shocked my networks and the overflow poured into an invincible smile. a must tell. posture. stupid posture. faking ignorance to hide the emotions under the shield it casts. but she penetrated it. then i could breathe. she sent a sign, but it never went through the walls of digital divide. my right shoulder was her pillow for an instant of tenderness that was followed by the everlasting saddness of her eyes. the magic floated in the toxic clouds until pain made it die. cant tell if posture or rightness prevented me from walking her home. hurts anyway. the third is already stated here. the missing details i can forget.
sun. open your eyes. no need. forgot to close them last night. what kept me awake is gone. what shouldn't have let me fall asleep is back. turn off the lamp. no need for it anymore, hours ago. just text this.
and now my mind starts cheating. she is the dreamer within. she hides the sun with my thumb. she is always writing a parallel script, where all the actors perform their roles to my delight. strategies, lies, plots, conspiracy. everything there to support her show, my dream. and she keeps me in her lie, our wish, my hope. the drug that makes me dream with my eyes open. the force that keeps my hand away from the switch.
rain in my roof. the sun never came into my room, but it must be shinning on someone else's. i can still feel the heat. the rays you projected enlightened my hope. you exist. you are somewhere, hidden, waiting. left your cave and came out, stoned. will you remember me? incense brought you, and it showed me which string to pull. plastic bags in trees, amelie, waves that don't want to leave and my answer was the same your father gave you. in a puzzled mind a treasure found and lost. what you gave me can fill my void for an eternity, but only knowing that in this eternity lies our crossroad. your outline is already gone. just gestures remain. your posture. your smile. the shaking of your head with your eyes drowning in the grass when trying to make your point. just one sad feeling: anxiety. finding you (...)