Power outages Are my source of influence
The lights flcikered, and then shut down. As i too shut down for that mere 3 seconds of unscripted blasphemy. Too scared to walk down halls because of the fear your gongi to run into somethnig unexpected. Funny how power outages resemble situations in life. I touch my hand to my textured walls, trying to find the next door way down the hall, and then the end of the hall where my tile makes a 180 degreee turn towards the frotn door. And i see the largest light i've seen thus far. I head out the door and i feel like im in some sort of nightmare with cars only seemingly running with the tabs in the road, and the people greeting eachother and shake hands like old friends because in the light they dont know each others faces. I go out to the edge of my house and lay on my drive way, not minding all the previous tire marks on the concrete. I lay down and observe something i wish i had seen every nite of my life. The stars. it was but a blanket of them but they werre there, smiling down and feeling sorry for me for being so low, but feelnig flattered becasue of the things runnnig through my head. All those kisses, hugs, words to be written under the stars wasted on moments of regret and repressions of the mind. The soft light surrounding the small blanket of tiny light fixutres in the sky almsot makes what im feelnig and seeing surreal, like somethnig out of a book that an author could have never written. Its amazing how the crickets chirp so synchronizingly obvious to make me think about what i should be saying back to them. I wish i could sing like them. The flashlights layer the night in the many forms they were meant to.
the candles flicker in and out of the breeze coming from the hot air being pushed inside the door from the repetatative conversations about this magnificent event. I start building up enough courage to start thinking about what i could tell her, to make her change her mind, to let her know i've been here the whole time. Just like these stars that only seem to be seen durring these pitch black nites, only visable when just enough light is gone they can shine the brightest. And even if its only a small portion of what the whole thing has to offer, its worth a look i think, something this beautiful shouldn't be wasted, so open both eyes, turn off the world, and look at me.
the candles flicker in and out of the breeze coming from the hot air being pushed inside the door from the repetatative conversations about this magnificent event. I start building up enough courage to start thinking about what i could tell her, to make her change her mind, to let her know i've been here the whole time. Just like these stars that only seem to be seen durring these pitch black nites, only visable when just enough light is gone they can shine the brightest. And even if its only a small portion of what the whole thing has to offer, its worth a look i think, something this beautiful shouldn't be wasted, so open both eyes, turn off the world, and look at me.