dancing on a tightrope stretched above the sea of mundane thinking I could see them going back and forth without any apparent direction. no one looked up. not even to trace the source of blood-drops on their daily routes. some of them stopped by for a while to applaud my grace. others tried to learn the dance but were playing too slow and too safe. or were too fast and eager to seize all of this dance at once. they didn’t realize you either feel it flowing through your cells or fall down and crash all the magic which was too overwhelming for you to grasp it. so I was dancing alone with my angels and demons, with all my passions, truths and questions never to be asked. emotional whore ready to throw a piece of mine-ness to all those whose skin was too thick to be cut by words. my soul and my flesh so intense that almost unreal. lacking peace but not able to stop. not for a while of breathing in the silence of your morning spirits.
waiting for wings.
Archive for October 8, 2007
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