LOST, IM JUST LOST in this feeling. Why let’s get up and join the clouds in their mission to suck up all the water vapour. Maybe It’ll suck me up along with the rest, just please never release me in the form of rain, the wetness will just dampen your heart.
CHILD-HOOD, the smell of sweeties an carnival popcorn, those strange rattle-like balloons filled with tiny seed-things. That round orange could consume me whole. You were there too, in the background waiting to plunge your mystery onto me. There’s no use pondering your every motive, that would just increase the rain and what’s the point of a wetter land when the sun is just dying to come down and give everybody browner bodies and red burny skin. I gave you this, this promise of nothing. It’s nothing material, It cannot be touched nor seen, but it can be felt. It was rejected. The first never dies.
THE CHANGE is occurring, the change you worked so hard to obtain. Don’t be sad because you didn’t see the most important consequence. It’s crashing against the thorns, bleeding slowly and gently it will lie in a sombre atmosphere filled with the twisted and sordid fate of everything that was said, done and lied about. The environment, the situation, the people, the responsibilities and the work load will change but you will be the drum stick that beats to the rhythm of my convoluting chest muscle. It’s a shame that you are blind to everything all around you.
NOW LET'S STOP this and take the milk and enjoy our forgotten mystery.
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