Here I am, again - here we are I mean.
As once I'll have written these words they will never again be only mine. They will be of everyone that reads them, and mine. What each of us takes from it, that is, to each one a "something" - that could perfectly be nothing.
Might be that this Gemini Full Moon is activating some spots of release and sharing, so here I go again with small corners of my Book of Life.
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· MIDNIGHT CALL ·
I said to myself : Call her.
She won't answer. You'll try twice, she won't answer.
I'll write her a poem as I could have tattooed my body with her tears. The ones I've wiped. may be, I was just a kleenex for her soul, Life for her was somewhere far from me, even doe I did everything to have it close to mine... And I kept fighting. Did it make sense? For me, it did.
A feather I was. Taken by the winds, hers. Or beats. Only when we were close, I could feel the breeze that was shaking that feather. It got lost. And I kept fighting to find it.
Was it worth it?
Answer me with your voice.
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· BETWEEN US ·
It would never matter, we were thoughts.
Made of plaster. Made of water.
A word loudly shouted, where dots get lost.
Nevermind. Just give me a kiss.
I'll find your philosophical stone.
Nevermind. Just drive me crazy.
I'll find the way/path to a star, we'll become the Sun.
The Moon will be our broken times.
It would never matter, we were thoughts.
Lost in translation, kept in action.
The doubt was a game that we both played.
A game we could never lose.
You would always win.
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· HELEN ·
As many times in life, silence was noisy. Inside. Where no one ever could listen to it. A beat. Flamenco. Electro. Rock. Trance. It wouldn't matter as the rhythm would be moving not only sands, but lands.
The ones we think we own, and still, we'd never. Mountains of dust. Mountains of lust. Mountains of the rivers flowing through them in such a way that a waterfall would be a miracle. The one that we are. In silence.
I don't need no one to hear the words I'm telling you without saying them. And there's no silence allowed when thoughts have a shape : You.
Describing your body would be so easy that it wouldn't make any sense. It's not about your eyes, but when you see through your heart.
Too romantic. Too poetic. And still, that's how I'll tell you that I love. That you amaze me. And I'm so glad to get lost into your maze. The maze you are.
So cute to say I'd spend years going through, but I know you'll give me the key. So obvious that walls would become a river. Flowing from you.
Bathing the everything.
And word became senseless because my lips were craving for a kiss. In the cheek. Or in the mouth, it wouldn't matter, it was all about your smell. It was all about you "sell". Nothing. Not even water. The music was rising as we were arousing. Arouse. Arouse. Arouse.
The chaos that kiss has already made. Not even butterflies could dance to it. The melody was still playing. In the far end. In the close beginning.
The sea, the rocks, the Moon, and the gift of being by your side.
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Thank you very much for getting lost in some of my writings. I always invite to comment and share thoughts or emotions... I thank Publish0x as well for letting me express myself through writing - even if it's in a different layer than crypto-currency based. Truly.
Love · Chaos · Life
Kindred blessings,
