fire line

by Mawey August. 14, 2011 2532 views

it's sad we can only move during the night. i miss the colors i have seen when the sun was shining through the clouds. the clouds are different at night with the flashes going through them, with the sudden rain and gust wind devils, when the light at best is dimmed to a shady memory of forms and pretense; of things that may have been large once, but are no more. color is the key to recognition. how else can we understand all those greater schemes and deeper movements happening around us, to which we are but a footnote, a hiccup in someone's feverish dream.

sad but unavoidable. there is too much eyes out there, predators of truth, none of which we could face in pride with too much light. to the left and right, above and below, there IS more and more and more… endlessly so.

and most of it wants to kill us.

but yet, the night around us has its advantages. the world tastes better. sounds make more sense. smells lead us on our way. and when we find it, the fire line will focus us on the path in front of us. we are right on track.

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Breizh 9 years, 8 months ago

I like that ! :-))

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Eloise Murray 9 years, 8 months ago

Ooh! Absolutley lovely :)

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Martyna Gumuå‚A 9 years, 8 months ago

wspaniałe :)

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Alicja 9 years, 8 months ago

[i]Beautiful !!!!![/i]

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