Distracted nation of abstraction.
On behalf of my spirit,
on behalf of my eyes
I can recognise
your troubled skin.
On your lips
you’re wearing disappointment
on your lips
you’re wearing attachement.
Attachement of the detail
and the cartoon box
of pre-arrange mix.
Your basket of headphones
your drawer of strawberries
your fridge of cars
your bathroom of pillows
your garden of trains
your life of longing.
take this hand
take this hand and breathe with me.
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Light pink orchids are living in the big, glass house. Warmness and cosy environment of other plants make it much easier to survive single and double days without a real sun. They have heard news about the real life.They have heard that it has a bitter sweet taste of promises and reality.
Maybe if someone will take them home. They could sit on the window or a balcony for hours, just watching people passing by and thinking what they are talking about in their heads.
Those little, lovely, pink orchids didn’t want much from life. In the small garden made out of glass and someone’s idea, they are living simple without knowing the real length of it. They are keep watching people’s hands holding each other in a tender manner. Those orchids are unable to understand the need of belonging to someone. Yes, they are just flowers - what they know about love, life and…other stuff. They have heard some people talking wildly loud about when you are young everything seems much different then when you are young five years later. Earlier you really think that meeting people and connecting with them immediately it is a very common and it’s happening to everyone almost every day and it will stay with you forever.. Hey, that’s a rare thing.
Stream of consciousness is approaching my throat. I feel need to spit it on the pale page of the near future. In the next minute I will write about the sun gently stroking my cheeks. My eyes are feeling relieved when this yellow touch from the sky is holding back tears of tiredness and exhaustion. My arms are dancing on the wall, I am stretching against the odds of having a good life. There is the time when everything has to be define and divine. Nothing is for a long time.
Finally it comes to myself that the process is always the most splendid. Terrific moments of slow joy and head rushes on casual days. Those one are unbreakable glasses of joy, I should keep them on this tiny shelf. Even if my soul is slightly psychedelic, at least I know how to ..