Freedom
Flying
floating
free forming
free floating
Forming freely
Feeling it all coming down
Wave upon wave
Circling the crowd, in and out like a shadow
A thought
A form barely visible
Escaping into my own dreams
visions of future escapes
Plentiful dreams, plentiful nightscapes
Drowning in my own desire
Finding my guns for hire
The sounds pulsating
Gyrating and grinding
Out a rhythm
Looks so silent, so deadly, so loud
Screaming the bass into my form, into my flesh, into my ears
Pound me out, pound me in
Screaming sensations
Screaming, issuing forth
Feel that life pulsate
Live
Breathe
Exalted
Exaltation
Riding that high
Higher and higher and fucking higher, so goddamned intense
Float
and
hold
the breath
Feel it
Course
Every
Fucking
Vein.
Crashing down, off the high
Off the rush and the world comes full circle
Having never left the spot
In new worlds in the sun
In the darkness
A fluorescent green glow
Unnatural sunsets
Natural sunrises
Take me through a journey, spin my mind
Spin your hands
Spin your feelings and your dreams
Spin spin spin mother fucker
Because you sleep with yourself at night
And the thoughts and feelings are your own to contain
Let it flow
Let it go
Ignored and captivated all the same
Tame spirits, tame visions.
I thought I had it all figured out and the closer I get to the truth the farther away from it I end up becoming.
A paradox indeed.
~Chris
12 October 2008
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