Ramblings from a content yet lost mind.

[tsumik]

I wish to be free. It's in the dark of night where I find this contentment. Where the world is quiet and I replay the cinema of my life strung with poetry, ballads, and soft laughter. For all I seek in life is a little love, the words of those who believe in me, and a silent moment or two. These simple requests fuel my spirit to pour out all the capacity of self to paint creativity in a multi medium in the world we see.

For sometimes I feel I squander those beliefs, to let it all go and ride the curtain of the show bordering on the edge of insanity. In a world where there are no boundries like a dotted ivory song that follows the ear not the ink, that is where I find me. I defy my weakness and refuse to turn away in defeat no matter how much the dark washes the muted colors of my moving picture show. Cause I believe. Not in a final place nor a sancuary where the delicious delicacy of touch confers in lashing whiskers of whispers and beautiful lighted playthings. No I believe in the gifts endued upon me whether through genetic helixes or a spirital plan of which I won't cast my hand away.

It's a voluntary state of illusion tripping sedative where my feet only take me so far and from there my heart takes me farther. But it's in my dreams that I find the vast expansive quiet in late afternoons of snow flakes and autumn leaves to pludge. The imagination realized on the soft palette of my mouth savored on tidbits of time. For I fight sleep no matter how slightly to pile forth another moment allowing make believe the chance to be tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Always in the unreachable but with faith I stretch fingers tapping conversation pawning for salvation. But it's you, is it not? And I am just a believer that tomorrow your perfume is not just memories but freshly laid cinders in romance that lights my heart much alike flowers do. I will not forget the sunshine on the high breeze as I left my breath there and I seek to find closed eyes resting softly upon you. But for now art calls me to come inside from the rain.

Goodnight and dream sweet.

Comments

[sh0ter.livejournal.com]

I like it. Though, in the sentance where you used "endued," did you perhaps mean endowed?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_screamapillar/]

hey i saw that you called me last night and i was on the phone for awhile...and i didnt know how late it was okay to call back (evidently you were up pretty late so i regret not calling you back)...however my free minutes dont start until 9pm so ill be sure to give you a call at 9 tonight. im sorry.

[consciencekitty.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you're on my flist. Your's is probably the most interesting journal I read. Oh, PS, I got my hair cut, I think you'll like it :)

[lexus57.livejournal.com]

that is probably the most well thought out and well written passage I have read out of a number of people in a long time. The pictures formed in my little head so beautifully and flowed along with your words as though I were experiencing your thoughts as you had them.
Bravo well done Standing Ovation
XOXOXO