Anarchy is coming......Anarchy and destruction and I feel it with all my logic and skin. I read it everywhere, in people''s eyes, in children''s footsteps, in the wolf''s haul. And I am going to be part of it....May be not in the first lines but definitely tasting the fresh blood from the collide. Like the feeling of a young girl in a school line . Standing alone and feeling like she is the only pulsing heart in the whole universe. And the priest slowly walking along the line and splashing his wholly water. She swallows it and wants to make a step forward. The only thing that stops her is the thought of what the priest will do. What will he do if this little humble girl makes a step ahead? Will she ever do it?
Rumbling system...soon even the sun will refuse to rise and will simply fall into the sea. We need desperately a chaos something to balance out all the beautiful things that we have been doing. And for all the physics people wandering in labs , it is coming! Anarchy will swipe all comfortable and all commercial. So start preparing yourself because we have no time left.
His smell and body are overwhelming. I sit sometimes in the bright day and I hear his breathing into my ear and I shriek but with delight and awkwardness. If he leaves I die slowly and quietly not even realizing why . And I look for him....... like a daydreamer I only see the color and want more. I am lifeless without him, like a sun-kissed plum or a snake''s old skin. And I want to tell him that but my dry mouth is speechless and my lifeless hands cannot reach him. He is my inspiration , my muse, my reason to be a warrior. During breakfast I think of the hair on his chest, during lunch I imagine the salt of his beard, and at dinner I am thirsty for the juices crawling on his neck. I wish I could give back what he does to me when he speaks. Even when I think about his words I imagine myself flying, not falling but flying. The sense of his presence makes me create a new language. Language that only I and him can understand. Communication that embraces not only magic and spirit but also the physical pain of a memory of someone that reasons you while standing on the edge of a building. It''s the biblical language that only heaven and hell understand. And I am standing in between and desperately holding tight to my savior.
First falls the artist. His body is boneless, a mesh of blood and meat. Then follows the teacher. The explosion of his brain marks the walls and paintings, it almost looks like a map to a hidden treasure. The medic runs to help but his hairs set on fire and he dances in a circle. His screams are almost like a mystic tribal ritual. One by one follow all the rest. Last is the mother crawling into the smell and despair. What have you done mother? Why are you still alive and seeing this chaos?
Mother rises one hand towards the sky, her tears are splashing everywhere and her open mouth is throwing saliva uncontrollably. Mother feels the ultimate pain and her heart turns black. She has become an animal, a wondering goat in a mess of tongues and genitalia. Now mother wants to be dead but her black heart keeps beating and asking. Why are you still alive mother? Why are you still alive to see this?
You are all I need. My visions predict and as I lay in bed enlightened my body feels numb and as if floating above my spirit. It doesn''t happen often and I never know when it will occur but I know I am alive.The fresh blood is running through the tissues and the only thing I need is you. Your eyes change colors and the wrinkles surround them and embrace their light. You are my home, my warm hole, the comfort that makes me brave. My body wants to build bridges and shelters and museums. My body wants to share all you have. Please, come back to me.