Eva being.....nearly emo/almost deep/whimsicly unhappy/not quite poetic..take your pick, my friends!
I think Eva walked into a rain storm and got lost a while ago,and she's still out their wandering. She probably doesn't even notice the rain, the insistence,the transparency,the damp scent it leaves behind,redolent with yesterday and the tantalizing taunt of tomorrow. She might even like it. It might feel very right,somehow, being drenched to the marrow and seeing only an endless cascade of grey rain when she looks up. There must be an artistic perfection to a background such as that.
Maybe that's why I've been wanting it to snow so hard lately. Maybe if everything was new and sterilized with cold,and so white that the slightest speck of dust showed up like a jagged line of black, I would be able to find her again,because instead of melting away,she would stand out again. She would be visible amongst the stark black branches and the gently drifting,six-legged acrobats clad in white that glisten like quartz crystals.
Or maybe not.
At any rate, everything is vague and exerting and surreal. I feel like the concoction of someone else’s subconscious, like an insubstantial extra in a senseless dream. Sometimes I swear I see everything from bird’s-eye.
Maybe that's why I've been wanting it to snow so hard lately. Maybe if everything was new and sterilized with cold,and so white that the slightest speck of dust showed up like a jagged line of black, I would be able to find her again,because instead of melting away,she would stand out again. She would be visible amongst the stark black branches and the gently drifting,six-legged acrobats clad in white that glisten like quartz crystals.
Or maybe not.
At any rate, everything is vague and exerting and surreal. I feel like the concoction of someone else’s subconscious, like an insubstantial extra in a senseless dream. Sometimes I swear I see everything from bird’s-eye.