promise me that these lights won't go away
but everything goes off by midnight
...everything...
I had a dream where I ran down these stairs in a scooter
40 kilo, 50 kilo, 60 kilo...
I won't crash no more but I also don't smile anymore
that was couple calendars ago
when I had map painted all black
and my pocket had holes
they told me I could find my love here
they told me I could do anything here
accidently, I inhaled
I swam aimlessly in a dark green bottle or two
cried behind a lamp then smiled front of a window
every morning, every night and everyday
i used to get showered by all those new melodies
trimming my wings although it never hurt me
brushed my hair like it was a stroke from an angel
even though
no one kissed me while I was here but that's okay
I still played around with words
did everything just happened or was I walking along a fuzzy thread?
i am not going back,
i am not,
stop. go. walk. breathe. don't stop.
I don't want to
I used to not see everything
I don't know if I can see anything right now, I have no idea
but I can feel it...
something is arising...
i know it for sure...
because I just opened the door, for the first time
i am going forward,
merry christmas, David.
3 comments:
david. i'm telling you, this is amazing. and you know i don't give compliments unless they are warranted. this kind of stuff. that's what you need to be doing. this is your art. this slightly ambiguous text, with the blurry images. this is where the asthetic and the subject merge. this is where i feel a connection. this is where i find you finding your voice.
well, thank you miss. i am very flattered...
merry christmas david.
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