dijous, 5 de novembre del 2009

Slepless dreams



There are day when you wish you hadn't woken up, everything seems to go wrong, the smallest match can start a vast destructive fire, every word is missunderstood, each puff goes the wrong way and leaves you breathless, every sip drains you instead of satisfiying your thirst even if you drink to your will, none of your ideas comes out right and, while every song is meaningless, every book is wordless as well as any movie you watch has faded to black.

Too many days you cannot sleep eventhough you'd kill for a bad nap despite having endless time for your own because it seems that Morpheus has forgotten your existance, nevertheless the muse doesn't appear making your hours absolutely useless.

What what about if you sleep with your muse? She writes something down which is the spark for burning creation? She smiles making wrongs rights? She shares her last cigarette with you? She has a leading role in the movie of your life, the main character in a book you cannot write as you, selfishly, want to keep it for yourself, her voice is the music of the lyrics in your brain? What about if she could lock and unlock your brain without doing it out of obligation to decipher your lights and shades?

What about if I don't wanna sleep anymore when I'm with you as I can't when you're away?

1 comentari:

  1. que bunic amor!!!!! no words...
    sempre aconsegueixes matar-me amb la última frase de tots els teus escrits.
    M'agradaria poder fer el mateix..

    ResponElimina