jueves, 2 de junio de 2011

Sunrise

Its been a couple months since I've seen a sunrise. I have lost track of time, and my steps have just become silent murmurs of the life that once existed within me. I have forgotten my path, I am lost in a world where everybody dance and twirls around their own perfect little circle or lack thereof. My life is nothing like a perfect circle, and my dance moves evoke nothing but tears to those who sit and stare the slow choreography that I do. 
I long for that morning again. I long for the touch of one who is able of caressing without inflicting pain. The touch of one who with soft kisses shares with me his existence and causes everybody to feel nothing but hatred. Hate, that is a funny word. I am so used to seen anger in the eyes of all those staring, as if everyone is waiting for me to miss a step and fall into the deepest abyss of laughter. I have learned not to care. What's my life to them if they cannot choose their own music. I at least have developed the ability of choosing the tune that is background to all my staged performances. All they fear is change. They fear the fact that I now know how to go about life without asking first if I can take a step. 
But then again, I fear change myself... What is supposed to happen next? Just give me back that morning before it all fades away again.

1 comentario:

  1. I like your project!

    I didn't expect that story from the picture you posted.
    For me, they are complete opposites.

    ResponderEliminar