positively lost
...if readers have lived in the nineties... they know this title already... in the past few weeks events and circles around me have formed into a henry moore sculpture... every angle has a new meaning and every view has a different story to tell... all the better stories remain untold... all the better eyes remain closed... are all things unseen beautiful?... as what we have never tends to satisfy us... hence i took a walk...
...i took this walk by the creek the other night... to explore what the night had to offer... there were hints within the starry sky... some stray clouds were hanging by the half moon... with ferries and crowds and the wind all cold... with shiny cars zooming in the background road... making lines of vibrant colors... like ribbons wrapped around... one ribbon diminishes the other appears... one angle fades and another takes life... open and close your eyes... switching places... blowing oxygen into the new pair of lungs everytime... in and out... i held a couple of chilled railings in the process to look beyond the spectrum... to find the contrasting silence to the humming engines and of the ferries... bodies were deformed with four legs, white-skins and covered faces... walking in all directions except towards the sky... and then there was water... with endless waves controlled and shimmering lights of the deep buildings across the creek... celebrating the death of man... with brands too much like the morning facewash... or a scratch from the dust that remains unrealized... and the dust falls with a sigh... this sequence of my walking up and down... waking up from and sleeping away days... the fact that there's a less meaning in everything and how everyday the reasons fade and become redundant... this loss of life hence meaning is the essence of all that is real... and living in return... even the fact that i kept silent looking at this screen for 10 seconds and didn't know what to write is a positive sign... it is positive as it hints towards a loss... and to realize this... and the amalgam of all this and all that is all good...
love to all... and vote for me... m.
...i took this walk by the creek the other night... to explore what the night had to offer... there were hints within the starry sky... some stray clouds were hanging by the half moon... with ferries and crowds and the wind all cold... with shiny cars zooming in the background road... making lines of vibrant colors... like ribbons wrapped around... one ribbon diminishes the other appears... one angle fades and another takes life... open and close your eyes... switching places... blowing oxygen into the new pair of lungs everytime... in and out... i held a couple of chilled railings in the process to look beyond the spectrum... to find the contrasting silence to the humming engines and of the ferries... bodies were deformed with four legs, white-skins and covered faces... walking in all directions except towards the sky... and then there was water... with endless waves controlled and shimmering lights of the deep buildings across the creek... celebrating the death of man... with brands too much like the morning facewash... or a scratch from the dust that remains unrealized... and the dust falls with a sigh... this sequence of my walking up and down... waking up from and sleeping away days... the fact that there's a less meaning in everything and how everyday the reasons fade and become redundant... this loss of life hence meaning is the essence of all that is real... and living in return... even the fact that i kept silent looking at this screen for 10 seconds and didn't know what to write is a positive sign... it is positive as it hints towards a loss... and to realize this... and the amalgam of all this and all that is all good...
love to all... and vote for me... m.
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