September 2011
3 posts
Diminuendo
Dim the lights. Cue the music; soft and adagio. Pull the curtains. A young girl dances onto the stage, twirls her arms up over her head and glides through the air, she reaches the center of the stage, looks out and falls to the floor, arms sprawled out, as if the floor grew arms to catch her. The music never gets to grow or soar through the air; the violins screech to a halt and the echo of notes...
scary love
In soft shadows of lust, love blooms and then its peddles wither and fall to the vagrant earth, turn to dust and blow away.
Running from the Empty Sky
Drip drip. Where the ceiling leaks. Drip drip.
And here I am, sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor of the highest room in this very old house; my mind.
Racing thoughts, my wild imaginations run full speed; full circle.
Everything I seek; forbidden everything I have; destroyed nothing left to do but lie under the sky that doesn’t answer me and feel small and alone.