... Straight Forward ... still between the lines ... |
THE ESCAPE I was lying the other day on my red comfy couch … And remembered; how escaping to my secret soft small window, Of majestic momentum ... used to embrace my whole With a strange feeling of teen hood; A feeling where exhilaration and ecstasy are truly and only felt by a kid … And I fell for it as much as you did. I remember the sky was permanently blue & clear, with a feathery breeze in my long hair; Caressing my inside with a stirring sensation … When … on a day … the sky became dark in the vein of your dark black hair … … Your gasp bunged … I was starting to be like you … I realized at once that my muse was suffocating … but the shock was more resilient then the ‘what to do’ … It took me a while … except my profound attachment to that picture behind my secret soft small window and my actuality … gave me the power to stand up and carry my blunder in my hands into your soul, admit it, onto eradicate it … as thought it will be. Sorrowfully, you blanked your face on me and looked at another window … I thought you still feel the same … I thought you actually felt it too … feeling me … feeling you It turned out that my secret soft small window didn’t actually live … Your breeze in my hair was only my imagination … why? As You didn’t perceive me … factually you couldn’t perceive yourself in front of me … Look again into my eyes … so I can show you the way |