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all that was said before belongs to the past, and is not true in this moment of life. all that will happen in the future belongs to a reign I do not know nor want to know. It is now alive and vibrant in this instant. this, is all I have. this moment lost in time, the sand in my hands, the tears of light falling from my eyes, the winds, and the stars looking at me from above, and your absence by my side. I have walked new paths. the dead bird in the grey house has stopped his whispers and his questions. now I stand on my feet, now I am proud, now I am a whole. for this, I have to thank you.
see, how the trees dance in the wind, and listen, how the wind whispers among the branches, there are moments in which I believe this is all I need to live. this sight, this sound, then all the rest fades to the corners of my perception, i am one with movement, i feel the touch of soft clouds moved by the wind, up high in the skies. as i lay down in the grass, and look above, and tears of simple, sublime joy fall from my eyes, i remember i am alive, and grateful, and my face is the mirror you should look into. and my hands are feathers of fire onto your soul, and my kiss is a deadly flower you should never caress..
why do you stare at me tonite. what have i done. what have i said. your silence is the worst weapon. it cuts limbs off my soul. i bleed to death in the void of these moments, standing like this, imploding in a black sufferance, i live in a greenhouse over the hill and i move like a seahorse, silently, quietly. the space between us is filled with thick ether, i could almost touch your silence, but i dont dare to. can you hear the music box? can you hear it? it brings back dusty memories, a house with white old furniture, flowers everywhere, but dead. do you remember? do you want to talk to me? i shall wait for you in the greenhouse. when you talk to me agian, the glasses will fall to the floor in hundreds of pieces.
I hope i fall asleep with the murmur of the stars. i have danced, enraptured, under a starry sky that had no limits. i caressed the weeping willoe as it poured its secrets in my soul. i have drunk the essence of the night from lips made of moonbeams. i have given you all my words, and none are left for me to speak. my voice is mute, and i attempt communicatinng with my hands. these signs are clumsy, the meaning is obscure. that is why you dont understand anymore. threads under the skin of my arms. my temples hurt in a desperate silent movement. i want to run through fields that will bring me to the beginning of the day. i want to see the sun rising from its bed of oceans. i want to kiss you in the corner where the water and the dark meet. i will hold you, you will push me against a wall, i will forget my name, and then you will finally have me.