My mind is dead, like my soul is red forgetting about the sleep, making a deep scar in the dream, can't really heal, the sound of the existence is too narrow, too close to ignore, observing instead, and letting time fly by, forcing the body to move on, follow the flow, climbing in trees, hiding behind doors, in a corner or on the floor, shouting out loud, while the ego sings, sings, sings, through everything, just hanging in there, a little fake, walking a marathon without a break, high on life, can't stop go, gonna continue until I drop!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
The Red Soul
My mind is dead, like my soul is red forgetting about the sleep, making a deep scar in the dream, can't really heal, the sound of the existence is too narrow, too close to ignore, observing instead, and letting time fly by, forcing the body to move on, follow the flow, climbing in trees, hiding behind doors, in a corner or on the floor, shouting out loud, while the ego sings, sings, sings, through everything, just hanging in there, a little fake, walking a marathon without a break, high on life, can't stop go, gonna continue until I drop!
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Beautiful long sentence ! ......as it's poetic ! lol :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful shot! and I love the line "a little fake, walking a marathon without a break"
ReplyDeletewe're all a little fake, it's exhausting sometimes
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful! a great sentence.
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