The wind calmed down after yesterday's hurricane.
I like the wind.
I like the unconstrained wind.
Wind,
in the center of it
there is me.
My soul feels relief.
Each time the sun sets, the shadows begin to overtake the room.
The breeze starts to split into halves. Then splits halves into fourths.
It begins to deteriorate.
That moment, sounds starts to flow in my head. From some time ago, it was like this.
I can't remember when.
The shadows of those who take in the brightest light are the thickest.
Today the strong sun attacks me again.
Black tears.
White smiles.
Colorless me.
A world without color.
Without wounds it hurts.
With wounds it doesn't hurt.
Wounds that cannot be healed. Wounds that might be healed.
Wounds that will be healed.
Alone in a room without shadows, I sit freely.
I hear music in my ears
though I didn't turn it on.
~T.O.P. for Calvin Klein-Brooklyn Boy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUHFMINagNU&ob=av2e
