I will dance to these dense, azure and
somewhat friendly flames, and I will bury my eyes in water
looking for something precious underneath. Soon my wings will start
burning and it will be difficult for me to breath inside water, those cries for
help will be reciprocated with ignorance. I will dance once again with a
faintest ray of hope, till an imperceptible twinkle will start leaving my body
and it will eventually scar people around me. This fake manifestation of
dreams won’t last long and I will be teleported to a lonely place very soon. The
obsession which was created by my brain and nurtured by my heart, will leave
through my tongue when I will call that name for the last time and after that
nobody will hear it again. This won’t be written in big-ass history books
but this will be remembered by some, the ones who have seen and understood the
meaning of my damaged smiles. The dark and unfurnished wood beneath my
clothes won’t melt like wax, instead it will guide some nightmares and those
nightmares will hunt my future sleeps. I will pass some winters in hibernation
and I will save myself from sun for few upcoming summers. But it won't end like
this, it just can't. Someone will once again very carefully pinch my arm
and I will become someone else’s unicorn. Once again the word obsession
will be suckled beneath my skin through injections of affection. At last,
as a confirmation, my phone will blink and a message will be displayed- "Congratulations,
you've did it again!"
...this cycle repeats over and over again
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