To love,
I can feel now that I am human. I can see my breathing in the air. I can feel my bones crackling under my skin. I can hear my muscles wrigling together; in my fragile being. I don't mind if I have to feel your pains because you also offer me life. And you, love, you make me realize that I am mortal.
Time passes by without you beside me. Every single tick of the clock is the sharp blade that is wounding me. My blood is the sadness that is pouring out, draining me. And I just sit here on my window, looking into the emptiness of your traces as the seasons change.
Please come back to me, or let me run to you.
Yours always.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Reality Check
I've never seen myself as a nice person. I smudge and crack any mirror I look in. So why can someone from my far away past tell me that I was the opposite of blackness? Has she met another me? Or is she just telling me her self-made-me-memory?
Her words take me gliding on flowery hills for a second. But then I see my image smudging a standing mirror again.
Her words take me gliding on flowery hills for a second. But then I see my image smudging a standing mirror again.
Friday, November 06, 2009
Baby Blues
Look
up there in the indigo sky
hold up
your hands
because one of those
thousand storks
has what your heart
has been yearning for
Look
up there in the sky
it's raining babies
in every hue
One
is coming into your arms
an indigo baby
falls from the indigo sky
Mother, cover him
with your rainbow love!
up there in the indigo sky
hold up
your hands
because one of those
thousand storks
has what your heart
has been yearning for
Look
up there in the sky
it's raining babies
in every hue
One
is coming into your arms
an indigo baby
falls from the indigo sky
Mother, cover him
with your rainbow love!
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