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life in slow motion (aka how it felt like last year)
Posted by poeticnook
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9/21/2010 08:22:00 PM
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That the sky would lift
That I’d find my place
That I’d see your face in the door
i press my face against the tinted glass and watch as the rain drenches the long dark street that is kingsway. in exactly 13 minutes, the flourescent bulbs will blink once, twice and finally sleep, i will then count 43 strides from my sanctuary to that corner beside the door that leads to a seemingly endless flight of stairs, and with a power that only i possess at this forsaken hour, i will flick the eternal switch that separates light from darkness.
And the sun would glint
On a time well spent
On a time that ain’t no more
in between sleeplessness and dreaming i glance at the painted orange and pink colored skies on dry canvas that my friend made with a hand that never tires and a mind that never runs out of ways to mix ink into masterpieces. the portraits remind me of ephemeral childhood days when time didn't exist to mark failures we've committed nor milestone we have yet to accomplish, back then plans were nothing but castles that giant waves crush into scattered lumps of sand.
Takes the broken hearts
In the vacant lots
To see the fruit that rots on the trees
as my eyes dim and surrender to the grey cloudy skies that hide the stars, my brain gives in to translucent dreams chasing after each other. i freefall straight into the chasm, there is no pause, not even for a gasp of air, but just when my heart is about to explode.. the heavens open.. and i am blinded by the light.. i hear wings beating against the wind, flying towards a sun that burns me..
Had to turn my head
Leave it all for dead
But it’s in my mind always
i wake up, the screen flickers, i'm still here..
song excerpt: "Lately" by David Gray, from the album "Life in Slow Motion"
2009.03.24.02.31.a.m.n.d.g
That I’d find my place
That I’d see your face in the door
i press my face against the tinted glass and watch as the rain drenches the long dark street that is kingsway. in exactly 13 minutes, the flourescent bulbs will blink once, twice and finally sleep, i will then count 43 strides from my sanctuary to that corner beside the door that leads to a seemingly endless flight of stairs, and with a power that only i possess at this forsaken hour, i will flick the eternal switch that separates light from darkness.
And the sun would glint
On a time well spent
On a time that ain’t no more
in between sleeplessness and dreaming i glance at the painted orange and pink colored skies on dry canvas that my friend made with a hand that never tires and a mind that never runs out of ways to mix ink into masterpieces. the portraits remind me of ephemeral childhood days when time didn't exist to mark failures we've committed nor milestone we have yet to accomplish, back then plans were nothing but castles that giant waves crush into scattered lumps of sand.
Takes the broken hearts
In the vacant lots
To see the fruit that rots on the trees
as my eyes dim and surrender to the grey cloudy skies that hide the stars, my brain gives in to translucent dreams chasing after each other. i freefall straight into the chasm, there is no pause, not even for a gasp of air, but just when my heart is about to explode.. the heavens open.. and i am blinded by the light.. i hear wings beating against the wind, flying towards a sun that burns me..
Had to turn my head
Leave it all for dead
But it’s in my mind always
i wake up, the screen flickers, i'm still here..
song excerpt: "Lately" by David Gray, from the album "Life in Slow Motion"
2009.03.24.02.31.a.m.n.d.g
