Tuesday, August 7, 2012

One From Behind The Glass

What can I say, I got my muse back. I love you, muse!

 

I am a (love)sick person
I'm a flower at the end of its season
Don't steal my poison, I love to feel it
Don't take my halo, I live to heal it

Stones and hearts still are broken
Hugs and kisses for every day we haven't spoken
My lips may be sealed by the words of a hypocrite
but I love you more than I care to admit

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
are you gonna kill them all?
A ruby red for the skull -
tell me, friend, what's the future foul?

"Wishing wells and shooting stars,
magic spells in secret jars
birthday candles, rocking cradles
Hide-and-seeks and midnight tricks;

Chases underneath the rays -
little phoenixes of olden days...
That is all the past will say,
so may the bridges you burn light the way"

I once had a vision - a dream dressed in wisdom:
Miracles happen, though not the ones that we hope for
So don't look for what's lost, or you'll drown in the downpour

Yet halos won't remain,
and flowers will be slain
Words will stay crooked,
hearts will be flooded
But I will stay and wait for the arson -
I am the hypocrite, I'm a sick of love person

Friday, August 3, 2012

Soul Imaginarium

The more time it passes, the easier I think it would be if I just don’t write here. Buut let’s not get that lazy. So, what has happened for the last… oh, geez, more than two months, that’s like a new record for me. Right, so – exams successfully taken, had a very nice graduation (without mum and dad, but it can’t all be perfect), and I can honestly say that one day after graduating I was already working. Well, it was a gown assistant job, helping the other students put on their robes and it was for only 3 days, but I WAS working  one day after getting my degree – no one can take that away from me! :D I have another job now, so I can finally breathe. And… wow, that’s it – what a boring life I have. Ah, yes, the other thing is I wrote a story. Well, not exactly a story, more like a conversation. I can visualize it in my mind and it would, in my humble opinion, look good as a film, but since I have no directing abilities or equipment, and I’d ruin it if I try and write a narrative – it’s a plain simple conversation. I just don’t think saying the sun has a light switch attached to it would be as cool as actually seeing it… But of course you have no idea what I’m talking about, because you haven’t read the thing yet. I wish I could record all the things my weird brain comes up with, including dreams, and watch it for real. The movie industry would change unrecognizably. Aaaand I drifted off again. Now, back to the story – I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and finally decided to write it down last week. Then I hesitated whether or not to post it here, but I figured – hey, no one reads this blog anyway, so what the heck! So there it is, my latest crooked child of writing. (I really thought this post would be longer given my 2-month laziness, but I guess I really am boring.. such a shame)

                                                                                                                                                                       

                                                                                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                                                                       “'Cause all of the stars
                                                                                                                                                                          are fading away.
                                                                                                                                                                          Just try not to worry,
                                                                                                                                                                          you'll see them some day.
                                                                                                                                                                         Take what you need
                                                                                                                                                                         and be on your way,
                                                                                                                                                                         and stop crying your heart out.”

 

-Hi there! I'm glad to finally see you. I've been expecting you.
-You've been... wha.. who are you?
-I'm just a girl. A person. And you're just a boy. Another person. There, now we're properly introduced. Now shall we get started?
-Start what?
-Showing you around, of course.
-Around where? Where are we?
-Nowhere. And everywhere. This place can be anything you want it to be.
-Okay, how about home? I want it to be home!
-That's good. Home's good. Makes you get used to it faster.
-No, I want to go home! Now! I don't know what happened, I don't know where I am, so I just want you to take me home!
-Don't be so hasty. Just calm down and let me show you around, and then you'll have the choice to leave. I promise.
........
-How did you get here?
-Same way you did. I was very unhappy where I was, so I wished really hard for another place to go,
did everything I could - and here I am.
-And how long ago was that?
-I really don't know. Time... doesn't matter here. For all I know, I could've been here for one second of time spent on earth,
I could've been here for centuries. I could be in a coma lying in a hospital bed, or I could be dead and waiting to be reincarnated.
-Don't you have some way to tell? I mean, I can see there's a sun in the sky, how long do days last here?
-As long as you want. Same way with nights. Same way with seasons. I told you - time doesn't matter here,
this place is not built on the trivial.
-On what then?
-Just... thoughts. And dreams. And weaknesses. You can be anything here, you can try different roles,
you can accept who you are, and learn to live with it.
If you can't remember how long it's been since you last cried, then it's been long enough... so you just cry. No one here to judge you.
Tears tell a story of their own, you need to learn to read it.
-Did you learn all this on your own here?
-There was someone here when I arrived. An old man. He told me everything he knew, everything I'm telling you know.
He probably learnt it from someone else who was here before that. There always has to be
someone here, to take care of this place and make sure it doesn't die.
-I thought this place takes care of you.
-You take care of each other.
-Wait - you said you saw an old man. How long had he stayed before you showed up? Can you age here?
-Well, I don't have any gray hair, if that's what you're asking. My body doesn't feel any different,
and that man probably arrived old already. It sounds tricky, but my words will make more sense to you in time.
-You mean if I stay.
-...You wouldn't be here if you didn't need to stay.
........
-So if I stay, does that mean you get to finally leave?
-I leave because I'm ready to leave. No one's forcing you to be here, but if you already are, you might as well give it a try.
I didn't want to stay either,
but I'm glad I did. Now I can carry on with the tradition.
-What tradition?
-The legacy of this place: Don't wait for life to throw you something, throw something at life.
If you're here, it's only because you can't do that - at
least for now. You're afraid to face the life you've built. This place will give you the courage to go back and do it better when you're ready.
-....... We're dead, aren't we?
-Depends on how you perceive death. Some people are dead even when they live and don't realize it.
But you did - that's why you're here. This is your second
chance. This was my second chance - and I took it. Now it's all up to you.
-.......I guess your words will make sense in time?
-Indeed they will.
-So how long have we been having this conversation? 5 minutes? 5 centuries?
-I...
-Oh, yeah, I forgot - time's not important.
-There you go, already getting used to it. I have to go now, then, but it's been very nice knowing you.
Good luck, and may the bridges you burn behind light the way ahead.
I'll see you in the next life, if not in this one.