heart wilts like the petals of a picked rose- delicate decisions dangle in the air and moments can't be returned or changed. speak softly. pain pricks brain repeatedly and here we sit, smoke hanging in air and tears streak across your cheek. I'm here friend, Hi friend. don't let this coma take you away to another time, place or day when things seemed better. reality is twisted and soul sometimes gets it wrong. one moment sits perfectly, string a few more together and the rhythm changes and expands. the scene is different, wrong somehow... it's complicated... whatever.... keep moving or you sink- like a rock- in the depth of your mind, the depth of the water, the depth of the nothing. swaying in numbness, keeping pain at bay by distracting dead thoughts that enter thru the ether and have nowhere special to go. then the piano kicks in and crushing nerve endings fire up and out and the monster wakes... this gentle harmony is too much to bear and you wear it on your face and burden it upon your back feeling the emptiness in your chest while filling with devotion and hope- is this mix even possible? back it up and hear it again and Hi Friend... Soma will wake you from your coma. take a dose and call me in the morning.
(listening to Soma by Deadmau5)
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stupid blogger... have no idea why this post is fritzed out on me- it's like magic ink- highlight it and it will appear :)
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