9.6.04
Escape,
Let colors fading into the night blend together with the sky
the fire that escaped the blaze on the mountainside
the grass beneath me is the hammock I never had, the sky the book I held in my hand
telling me a story, as the stars find a way to grace this chapter
I dare to wish that morning will come, so I can rewind this story
Escape,I long to be there
where the artrist of this sold out number
casts violent hues of joy and sorrow across this empty pallet
Scattered words written in the white exposure
It's like a piano playing, but the instrument is not visible
the notes of music, a midnight song
shattering the silence, whispering through the leaves
the golden fire that blows from the branchs, overhead
Lying under the story, the wishes blown into the night.
67, October Sky.
Sometimes I like to tell a story without really saying what it is I wanna say. Sometimes words arn't what is needed to express the feeling. Sometimes all you have to do is inhale and slowly exhale to relish in the glory of a moment. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if there were no words, and we had to express everything through facial expressions and body language. Standing in a room full of people you love, feeling welcomed. Standing in a room full of strangers, feeling secluded. Standing in a room alone, feeling captured.
Let colors fading into the night blend together with the sky
the fire that escaped the blaze on the mountainside
the grass beneath me is the hammock I never had, the sky the book I held in my hand
telling me a story, as the stars find a way to grace this chapter
I dare to wish that morning will come, so I can rewind this story
Escape,I long to be there
where the artrist of this sold out number
casts violent hues of joy and sorrow across this empty pallet
Scattered words written in the white exposure
It's like a piano playing, but the instrument is not visible
the notes of music, a midnight song
shattering the silence, whispering through the leaves
the golden fire that blows from the branchs, overhead
Lying under the story, the wishes blown into the night.
67, October Sky.
Sometimes I like to tell a story without really saying what it is I wanna say. Sometimes words arn't what is needed to express the feeling. Sometimes all you have to do is inhale and slowly exhale to relish in the glory of a moment. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if there were no words, and we had to express everything through facial expressions and body language. Standing in a room full of people you love, feeling welcomed. Standing in a room full of strangers, feeling secluded. Standing in a room alone, feeling captured.