Aire

shh...

dark grasp if involuntary seconds
first of the destiny
beacuse you know thats only on your head
and last of your will to die
beacuse your words will be few and mute.
through your head and your soul
every pore of your ragdoll of a body
every cry of notion
every mill you could conceivably face.

laughs of moments
... we are all air at the end.
flowing.
flowing.
flowing.
swalloed and spit by those words from other people.
live and die in a single whisper.
like the smoke of a cigarette, from the ones who close their eyes.
or the bloodfill chokes of the new borns.
it never enough and you will know it at the end.
you will probably do not want to leave.
although...i hope you will.

Reviews

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Wow, Ecoolarg, this is fantastic. I love the idea of us existing in a breath of air, ever flowing and slipping away... such a thought provoking write. Wonderful work my friend.

[Ecoolarg]

thank you, it was one of those writing process when you are possess by a idea and you dont even think, you just write. :) glad you like it

[Ghost of Jupiter]

I love those times when the words just flow from your mind to the pen in a continual rush of thoughts and ideas. very cool.