Need more than a few unsure minutes under neon lights, needing hours of sureness in a sea blue dark. To take back just a few only teases me on the subject of peace. Walked caught glimpses of shadows of the curve of old architecture lights on a city still sleeping it is hard to make these words come out it's been too long I've forgotten how to breathe please give me more than just a few minutes just more than that. I don't even have time to dream to run pictures through my head of sunsets from the side of the globe that I always thought I would see of metals and spices and languages that strain your mind to think in directions that did not exist before. It's too quiet in this mind now it sits stagnant. Whatever inside us is fit to behold the awesome beauty of infinite things oceans universes whatever that is it sits quiet and fat and stupid and unappreciative but little tendrils creep out and strain and catch glimpses and make the rest shudder with what it wants to badly to remember how to do, and do reach its full potential again.
My favorite moments are those just before I wake up, the ones I remember faintly but with the greatest fondness before I transition into a world that is far too near the ground. The dark, breathy whisper of dreams from the other side as they are swallowed by worldy concerns and slip away are not enough to live on.
I would like to take a long walk through a lakeside forest hear the ground crackle beneath feet and suck on the tip of a green leaf take pictures with my mind breathe and smell and feel the air around me.
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