I follow you

Floating among stars.

  
  In my sleep.
  Underwater,blinded by darkness and light,guided by your warmth,I follow you.Bubbles caressing my skin,where are they from?Who breaths here,in my secluded place,my sanctuary?The past,the forgotten memories take the shape of fish.I know it's them;I feel their cold touch on my arms,my face,my neck.Air trying to infiltrate my brain,to make me remember.But it's no use.What has been forgotten,will stay forgotten.Twisting and spinning in the water,feeling the safety of it,the unnatural high that comes from the lack of oxygen.I can almost touch you now,so close.I awaken.
  In my mind.
  A storm is coming.Birds are rushing in the sky,shots of blinding light flash the horizon,no sound is heard.I see feathers falling from the clouds;white and small.Only a few,but it's still strange.Who sheds them?Are the seaguls plucked by the fierce lightning?Or maybe angels do exist and now they make their presence known.Droplets of water begin to fall and land on my skin.Another cold touch that triggers darkness and fragments of a lost memory.Once again,I'm blind so I let myself led by warmth.Will it take me to you?A deserted road,blackened skies striken with dazzling lights,white feathers floating down from somewhere above this world,rain filling the cracks in my path,a girl wandering apparently without destination.But I know you're there.My senses never failed me,this is your warmth.I feel alive.
  Nowhere.
  I follow you among the stars,walking on water and clouds,on figments of our minds.Because all that's real is you,the rest is just illusion and frost.I follow you in hope of warming my cold self,I want to melt,my soul will soon be beyond salvation.The colours of my worlds are taking up my vision once again and I lose sight of you.Where did you go?I am lost.

Resonance

  I am numbness.

 
  At times like this I am the most sensitive.Don't get me wrong,I'm not talking about emotional or tissue sensitive.It means that my brain is the most perceptive now.I know everything,yet nothing.I am a myriad of things,yet not a single one.I am inspired even by the mere breath of a living being and everything I know and begin to know gets mixed up.My senses are hired up,I feel exaltation and nothingness at the same time,the words in my head are a blurr and I succeed nothing.Even though knowledge is there,at my fingertips,I don't put to work a single muscle to achieve it.Why?Because,like I said,everything is amped up and,in the end,it mindfucks me until I snap out of it.This duality is killing me.I understand nothing and trying to sort out the words swarming inside hurts.A numb pain,the worst kind.I don't know what to think,who to be,how to live."Be yourself" it's bullshit.Say that to the boring peeps out there because in my case,it doesn't work.I don't have a self,I have so many that I,too,am confused.Who am I?Who should I choose to be?How can I answer that question with a satisfying reply when I want to be everything.I won't settle just for one self,my mind can't comprehend something so dull.So I end up being nothing.Nobody.Just a breathing shell with a soul attached to it,patched up from so many things that it became an abomination.Fractured selfs sewn together throughout my life.My heartstrings chime,my ribcage vibrates.I want to resonate with somebody.

Dream Me

  First time,they met in a dream.
  The Dreamworld.A whimsical map that has no true north.A land with its own rules and laws,treacherous terrains and dangerous inhabitants.Imaginaerum.
  She appeared like a phantasm,a white silhouette glowing faintly.But at a closer look,you could see that it was simply a pale girl dressed in a paler attire,illuminated by the shower of stars falling from the sky.Strange world it was there.All purples and blues and pinks.The sun was setting,an obvious detail pointed by the pinkish horizon and the fluffy purple clouds swarming on the dark blue sky.The surreal light was seeping through the evergreens and bathing an old bridge with green weeds crawling up its bricks.In the air,a thick,sugary fragrance lingered;it resembled cotton candy,but how strange for a forest to smell like that.A gust of wind ruffled the leaves of a nearby bush and the sweetness in the air mixed with something slightly bitter,maybe wormwood?The girl moved and the shuffle of her dress startled him.She was pacing slowly,barefoot and looking at the sky,then at him,then at the sky again;whispering something only she could hear,then crouching on the grass and picking up a wild flower so small,he could barely see it.He wasn't surprised when she offered him the fragile plant,a periwinkle;somehow,he expected that to happen.She had viridian eyes that darkened in the pink light and turned shimmering green while watching the shooting stars.She told him stories about talking trees and clear skies that reflected another world,about celestial beings that kidnapped stars from our universe to make theirs bright,about otherwordly music and everything odd.And he sat there,in the grass,listening for hours,with eyes wide open following her every gesture,his mind unchained and recreating everything he heard.
  Lying on her back and looking up in the inky sky with sparkling eyes,her silvery hair splayed around her head like a halo and white skin giving off a dim glow,she resembled one of the fabulous creatures she spoke about,otherwordly and mesmerizing.Reaching out a tiny hand,she caught a drop of cloudless rain in her palm and allowed it to slide down her arm until it vanished,leaving only a trail of water behind from which thin,rainbow coloured strings jutted out and covered her skin.And they glowed and glowed and glowed until he was blinded by the light and closed his eyes.Like that,he was in his room,the dawning sun shining through the window and hitting the kaleidoscope forgotten on his desk.

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