Freedom
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-11-13 21:59:26
in obscurity you are -trying to break through -you with your smaragd eyes -flaming into the sea
There I sit in the night. It's my night because nobody knows that I am here. The Internet connection is there only feeble but I saw it and it incited that spark that I needed to change state aware of this. This is my night. It is my night. Split into half in the reflections of the mirrored door that hides my little kitchenette. Just hair to the waist and climb. It is my reflection. In my little room. That is mine tonight. Nobody knows that I am here. Ah how I love it. Neneh Cherry. My music. Nobody to disagree with. My taste. My pace. Sometimes it takes strange nights for strange thoughts. You gotta be fortunate. Yeah. Remembering all. Remembering it all. All those stories. Of lonely nights. Many nights. That were all exploit. Strange vibes. Strange emotions. Strange thoughts and ideas. In a woman's world this is my world. Fluorescent blue the shimmer on my skin. Reflections of technology. And I am wearing the disguise sometimes. At night. On the way what we call domiciliate. Yet just being a transient among transients. A dirty bus. Dirty tired faces. Masks. And involuntarily almost yet protectively. I acquired it too. The big city disguise. Wearing the weary disguise. Defensive. Inflexible. Smiles go a long way. Tired. Evasive. Introverted. Curious secretively. There I sit. Naked. [ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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