this must be it. the very much end of it. the absolute feeling of loneliness. the end point of the feeling itself, the state reserved for the higest being if exists. a perfect storm of not belonging. sliding on thin ice, full throttle, no hasitation, no will to brake. just a silent cry. and ask.. no not a question but a prayer; "I'd sleep on the floor, plrase let me in." ALONE is the word. SOLE!
i turn around and around, keep looking, dazzled, frightened by the cold itself, searching for a tender caress. soft as snow. but lasting longer. i hug the snow, but it melts, slips away.. I need to be cold to keep it in my hand. I try but can!t manage that. I hope one day, when the green grows over me I'll be cold.
with my very own bare hands I killed the fake images on those pretenders. Unknowing that kept me in a way stable. now no one around even to pretend. this like being the emperor of a one man kingdom. who respects crown anymore anyway?!
"requiem" by w.a.m. accompanies.
