i watchedThe inevitable crosses my mind, as my heart skipped a beat. It will never be, but all i can do is stared, and hoped that i wouldnt make a fool of myself. But the way i am dressed will present the lesser side, making it seemed that everything i do, i cannot impressed. The way you looked when you saw me was the way old man would look with disapproval at the teens that dressed like japanese rock stars, only to ridicule themselves unknowingly in public.The start of the beginning always seems to be the impossible, dragging along small pieces of glasses of the broken bottles littered across the hard sand of my mind. Those messages in the bottles determined the state of emotional expression that drove deep into the psyche of mine, a little introspection into the device that works it magic inside the heart of mine. There is a small gentle breeze whenever you walk, the air filled with electricity that i cannot describe and it amazes me, sometimes when you say things that people will not say. Of perfect stars that shone deep into the eyes of the red moon that recently had itself clothed in the darkness of the sun. Of the previous lovings that seemed to go on forever, never disappearing no matter how hard i scream its weakness. Of suspension when my mind crosses the boundaries of thought, the emotions in my heart making it hard to say something that will bring out the impressions in your mind. Of whispering your name into the morning breeze, hoping it will get to you as you wake up into the bleak rings of your alarm clock. Of the birds that will fly into the clouds and mingle with the nature that brings life to nothing but all of movement and the actions that ultimately decide who you want to be. there isnt a single molecule that wishes that things will be different, that the world will change on its axis and suddenly the topsy turvy will exist. The women will like the men that like them from afar but never approach them. The current lovers will become strangers in silhouette, turning their backs to achieve independence, even though all their heart really wants is to be in someone's else arms. death dies in the hope of having somebody else better. death dies in the aftermath of the search of a better disaster. death dies in the illusion that trauma will achieve a stronger resolution. death dies once it all starts to reappear. I watched as you walked away, and all i can do now is stare and wait for death to die, and give birth to the egg of hope. Justin ranted at 2:45:00 am on the |