comprehension dawning...
i don't think you understand how this works.
like a thousands sentences made of a thousand words. each a syllable long. a thousand meanings interpreted by a thousand people. it is mindblowing and awesome. and yet so sad. so very sad. like the dotted lines that never quite get resolved into a proper picture, its resolution forever unfocused and pixilated. there's a broken record somewhere and it is playing the song that never ends. it is a memory. a timeless classic. but noone ever unravels its mystery. that is where this stands. and now we have a deep ravine between us and no bridge to span the gap.
you know what love is? it's an unfolding flower. a shattered pane of glass. it is sharp and dangerous. but oh, so pretty. you long to keep it frozen in the moment. its the first breath of cold, cold air. on the mountain top. with the view of the whole world beneath you. the first breath is always the freshest. and then it slowly erodes away your captivated mind. it shaves off layers and layers of strongwill, till you crumble inside. hard, painful breaths. drawn out. lasting not. lasting forever.
that's what we are. what we represent. in this dark corridor. we stand. barely breathing. our hands brushing against the walls. and yet, they long so much to reach out. finger to finger. palm to palm. there are whispers in the shadows. asking for release. for freedom. the freedom is what we long for. unwilling to give in to our chains. we fight like savages. our minds, emblazoned with the hot words of passion and lust. we are not people. we are animals. and like beasts we will ravage the innocence of the night. caring not for moons and stars. the dreams sheltered beneath the umbras of trees. we are not people. we are madness. personified. embodied. be.
and that's where we stand. on the edge. ready to fall towards a hard earth. baked by heat and torn by claws. it is eaten. organic. bold. dangerous. and we stare out from the precipice. the wind, whipping our hair into a frenzy. the clouds above us, wispy and thin. meaning nothing to us. making water and drenching us in their saltless sweat.
i am not afraid to point fingers anymore. accusing in my digit. i drive the point home with pictures. photos. words. stills. portraits of the crime in many angles and shades. colourful and gray they will warm and heat up. into embers. darkly glowing in the rhythm of the moment. punctuating each wild percussive beats. unforgiving, uncompromising, unrepentent.
but you do not understand. not one bit. not ever. not yet.
and still, here i stand before you. arms wide open and eyes glazed with dreaming. asking for your being. begging for a frozen moment and a freezing breath. that soft dew of words that drowns my world with your love.
DuaGu
"Ubi Caritas..."
like a thousands sentences made of a thousand words. each a syllable long. a thousand meanings interpreted by a thousand people. it is mindblowing and awesome. and yet so sad. so very sad. like the dotted lines that never quite get resolved into a proper picture, its resolution forever unfocused and pixilated. there's a broken record somewhere and it is playing the song that never ends. it is a memory. a timeless classic. but noone ever unravels its mystery. that is where this stands. and now we have a deep ravine between us and no bridge to span the gap.
you know what love is? it's an unfolding flower. a shattered pane of glass. it is sharp and dangerous. but oh, so pretty. you long to keep it frozen in the moment. its the first breath of cold, cold air. on the mountain top. with the view of the whole world beneath you. the first breath is always the freshest. and then it slowly erodes away your captivated mind. it shaves off layers and layers of strongwill, till you crumble inside. hard, painful breaths. drawn out. lasting not. lasting forever.
that's what we are. what we represent. in this dark corridor. we stand. barely breathing. our hands brushing against the walls. and yet, they long so much to reach out. finger to finger. palm to palm. there are whispers in the shadows. asking for release. for freedom. the freedom is what we long for. unwilling to give in to our chains. we fight like savages. our minds, emblazoned with the hot words of passion and lust. we are not people. we are animals. and like beasts we will ravage the innocence of the night. caring not for moons and stars. the dreams sheltered beneath the umbras of trees. we are not people. we are madness. personified. embodied. be.
and that's where we stand. on the edge. ready to fall towards a hard earth. baked by heat and torn by claws. it is eaten. organic. bold. dangerous. and we stare out from the precipice. the wind, whipping our hair into a frenzy. the clouds above us, wispy and thin. meaning nothing to us. making water and drenching us in their saltless sweat.
i am not afraid to point fingers anymore. accusing in my digit. i drive the point home with pictures. photos. words. stills. portraits of the crime in many angles and shades. colourful and gray they will warm and heat up. into embers. darkly glowing in the rhythm of the moment. punctuating each wild percussive beats. unforgiving, uncompromising, unrepentent.
but you do not understand. not one bit. not ever. not yet.
and still, here i stand before you. arms wide open and eyes glazed with dreaming. asking for your being. begging for a frozen moment and a freezing breath. that soft dew of words that drowns my world with your love.
DuaGu
"Ubi Caritas..."