Time passes. A light emerges. Then a warm velvety sensation. Words form. Thoughts take shape, tranforming into a silhouette of reason. The sky clears up and in its place, brilliant blue. Dark clouds make way for little white ones. And thoughts? Once again lucid, once again logical. I feel normal again!
4 Mar 2008
Shadows and silhouettes
Cloudy days sometimes cast shadows in my mind. There is friction between the zest inside and the pose outside. Like the sky, thoughts are grey. Not very warm either. Food is deemed necessary for survival, no longer for pleasure. The silver lining invisible, a hundred thoughts collide on its journey towards liberation. Words mingle and unite, break up and make up; over and over again.
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