Here we go. Going off peak. Climbing down the narrow route someone gave you and put onto your hands. Your body. Your life. Awake but often sleeping. Dreaming of empty standards. Running wild in despair while loosing the temper. And then else. Choosing nothing. Opting for too much. Seeing less than before but so far. Bit of a shut-eye. Slumbered by all the things you don't know. Oh God! Stoned in the arms of Morpheus.
And when you wake up is already the end and the game is over!
NOTE FROM THE EDITOR:
IMAGE TAKEN AT ALEGRIA CINEMA LAST SATURDAY SHOWING TRIO BRAVO AFTER SOUND TRACKING LIVE "THE BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN" BY SERGEI EISENSTEIN.
Bookmarkers: Bloom Exclusives, English, Ring Joid
1 Comment:
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- teresa said...
15 May, 2007 23:32In simple words: ring fell asleep and only woke up after The End, and now wants to make poetry out of it! ;-)
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