After decay

I am down the hole again
The darkness is eating me
The thoughts crawling in my mind
And the scorpions on my skin

Your shadows are here too
They never left, your shadows

There was a dim light before
Coming from somewhere above
Where did this light go?
I haven't noticed it's gone...

It is sad, living in a hole

And the scorpions,
Why wouldn't they just eat me
And let my soul come out of the pores in my skin
And meet your shadows
I don't care if both stay in the hole
They stay together

If your body couldn't handle mine,
Would your shadows handle my soul?

Between the skyline and the ocean*

She is feeling poetic
She got the urge to write
To get the thoughts out of her system
To scream
But it is not happening

Him: Go on. Disconnect. No sweet dreams for you
Her: Not needed. I’ve had my share for the day. You know me. Between a daydream and a daydream … I daydream. It is a continuous trip in my dreamyard.

Him: Until you take me there, these words are only words to me. Once spoken, they vanish into thin air … as if, they never even existed!
Her: Well, you have to fetch your own thorns. That is how it works. It is not about me taking you anywhere … it is about you feeling the urge to go!

Him: But I cannot learn to fly alone when I have been walking my entire life.
Her: Come to think about it … You do not want to go there. It is a dead end. Reality seems too boring afterward … I cannot guarantee you will be back the same.

Him: I do not like to fall
Her: Then it is useless to try. The fall is part of the trip.

Pause

Her: You triggered me to write!
Him: Then go ahead and do it!

Her: I am not able to … I need substance
Him: Reach into your mind and take a handful … I am sure there is plenty there!

Her: But my mind … it is blocked. Dark. Drained. I do not envy me anymore. The colors are gone.
Him: Shhhh

Her: Can I translate our conversation in a post?

Abstract

Tomorrow, when I swallow the sun
I am going to take a dip in the sky

iDream.

And I heard her saying:
“It is my time to daydream now …
I will take a trip into blank space
Collect stars
And pour them into my cup of coffee
Drink them fast
And get high on stars and coffee …

So high

Until I find myself in blank space again
Collecting stars
And pouring them into my cup of coffee
And getting high in my dream

And so on

Until the sun sets
And I am a free soul again”

[the hole in me. that cannot sleep.]

On seeing and feeling

I used to think
That what I do not see
Does not exist

I never thought
About that which cannot originally be seen
Yet it exists and persists

Like my emotions
Devoid of the physical object
Which they address

When the physical object fades away
It ceases to exist
But why are the emotions still here
Convincing me otherwise?

gravity eyelids*

She is strong
As long as she is free
Once hooked
It is the first day
Of the rest of her life

The sweet fall starts
And there is no way
To move against gravity
It is a dead end

At times she would think
She is sliding upwards
Moments of euphoria and thrill
That always end up with her waking up
To sweet reality
She would think she is fooling

Reality cannot be fooled
Neither can gravity

Inspired by Inception* and some other drops of rain and dust ruling my mind.
Title stolen from Porcupine Tree

Last night

i dreamed that i was in a dream.
and i remembered it.

Thank you stranger, you made my day

On a random weekday afternoon, she was sitting in her favorite coffee shop; decided to go out for a smoke … a random passerby she has just met on the corner shop - where she stopped earlier to buy a magazine - stopped by. He stared. The stare lasted an eternity.

“You are beautiful you know?” he finally declared. “I don’t mean the typical compliment you hear by everyday people. You really are beautiful. People here have lost value of the words they use. Everyone is telling everyone else “I love you” you know? Sometimes I feel I don’t want to say such words anymore… even when I mean them – they sound cheap. Worthless. But I couldn’t refrain myself from saying this to you. And I knew you would understand it exactly how I meant it”.

She was struck by an eternal silence. She didn’t know what to reply. She kept quiet but didn’t spare him a smile. He smiled back and left.

And she thought to herself – she wished she could reply to him when the time was appropriate. She wished she could formulate the words. But they were stuck in her stomach. She was speechless. It has been a while since she was able to disconnect. And thanks to this stranger; she realized that she still existed in the dream world; that reality didn’t succeed in completely taking over her mind. It took over her flesh yes. But somewhere, deep inside her mind … deep inside her soul; she is still a dreamer. She still believes that random strangers overcome by a beautiful energy do exist. Dream world is not lost. She only lost her path into it.

She would have loved to run behind him; she would have loved to stop in the middle of the street and scream “thank you”. For he has made her day … with a simple little one-way chat … with a genuine smile … he put her right on track; back to the dream world.

Illusion is not lost. Beautiful people do still exist. Words still have their values … only somewhere else!

The Emotions Delusion

Emotions mask reason
They blind the eyes
Cover the body with a disguise
Revealing only virtues
All other traits vanish
You see what your heart wants you to see
And you believe it as the only truth
You live to feed the sensation
That you acquire by this illusion
Of your emotions
You live up to its expectations
Until you become so detached from reality
That your feet can no longer reach the ground
That you feel dizzy
Head floating up between clouds
And you let the wind take you
You give in
To the power of your emotions not your wits
To the illusion of reality you framed yourself into
When the moment comes
For you to open your eyes
You realize it was all a lie
An attempt to feel
… Emotions betray