Tuesday, November 17, 2009

One Two Dreams

Feet on cold glass, surrounded by & embracing mirrors & I don't know where to look; reflections of light & thought & sun & signs of His presence & the lack of yours; shadows on the inside concealing the answers & even worse; concealing the questions. I don't know whether to wonder why I'm here or why you're gone or why one day you weren't or why one day I was or why I should wonder about anything at all. It's all too transparent but the glimmer is blinding me.

Covered in layers of white cloth; layers of different meanings & all possible explanations.

Come back to me.

Undress me.

Layer after layer, sheet after sheet. Strip me of my confusions & tame the beast inside my head. Get to the core of my weak self & show me the truth, naked.

Guide me, blindfold me, and I will follow. Because I've got no strength & I cannot but surrender. Get me out of here, I do not want to hear my breath anymore; take me into the night where the skies are dark & the moon's blush pink & the clouds soft rose. I want to hear the folk rejoice about it, I want to break the silence before I turn into a madman. I want to be distracted. I want surreality, I want thoughtlessness. I want you to help me put an end to all of this.

But then again, what is this?

& who are you?

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