submission

When the Tukanas cut off her head, the old woman collected her own blood in her hands and blew it towards the sun. – Eduardo Galeano, Memory of Fire: Genesis

blue skies

I see myself or someone else represented as me, in a dream…Walking down a old dusty desert road…Long and endlessly lonely…im wearing jeans and a white t-shirt…I can’t see the end of the road, it becomes a white tunnel (telling myself that im not thinking of the tunnel you see in death .. that it’s just a chemical malfunction in the brain caused by lack of blood…)
There’s sign posts along the side ,  it’s to blurred to actually make out; asif im moving too fast with the camera…I fall down on rocks and my toes hurt… my lungs hurt from smoking to long/too much…im young and old in the same time…
I look around and see cows and sheep walking past me onto the road and stop and stand there…I see them get hit by a truck but they don’t ;they just walk peacefully across…getting to the greener grass..i lay down with my head resting on possibly a snake…I think of the snake and then of sharks…seeing a fin move in water and im in water; I jump up and move back to the road thinking of red riding hood and the wolf…
I look back and see the blue of the sky eating up the road…there is no more road a hundred meters from me…I start running…jump cut.
There’s a tornado and im in a house, in between the door frames of the kitchen… a black cat that I keep calling; as to save it from the tornado; approaches me then stops out of my reach …I keep on telling myself I can’t leave the door frame; it’s only thing that would save me…I look up through the big kitchen window and see 3 big tornados coming my way…fade to long pause black,jump cut to next shot.
Then im in a field with purple flowers and I believe that god can speak to me…I look up and see blue skies, feeling that the sun will go away soon and it would storm; happy I run into the forest where I jump into a pool…I start turning into a fish; swimming around..Then the bubble that comes out of my mouth has people trapped in them and their floating up to the surface…
I become aware that I’m dreaming and open my eyes…waking to a world with walls…no blue that eats my feet…I realize I don’t know if im happy…it was only a dream…

reflect

once apon a time on road 36

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fly by,trry catching up..

thought

A guy laying on his bed; thinking about the conversation he had with his friend then how he turned away and saw this girl ,she’s looking at him…weird he thought at the time that look haunts him.
He couldn’t figure out what she was thinking while looking at him …it makes him feel uncomfortable..He looked away…then starts thinking about all the times he’s looked at her…trying to figure her out… she is one of the cool kids, that seems always bored by the other kids &everything around her …I’ve seen her lost in her own world a couple of times..That she would just stare away for minutes at nothing and someone had to call her twice because her own name wasn’t enough to shock her out of where she was ..

He gets awaken by the call of his mom, to wakeup and clean out the garbage can…he doesn’t want to…he keeps laying on his bed, imagining himself walking out of the school gates and seeing her sitting alone on the curve ,near the bus stop, waiting for the bus or someone to pick her up…
She staring at her feet, not at all as if she’s expecting someone to come soon…A cigarette dangling from her fingers, not really smoking just having one to burn out…then I was at the car and I had to climb in, when I drove of I saw that she toke out a book from her back pack and was opening it at where she had a book mark..I couldn’t make out the book…

Sitting in my room now, years has passed, she moved away soon after that.I cant remember her face  but I miss having the mystery of what she would have said, talked about if I ever had the opportunity to have a conversation with her..

faraway

desolation…

roads

Panorama of dark clouds…Paris Texas figure walking down a road,pondering his reasons for life,pondering his love &trying to figure out why the world should be round…why love is but a whisper in the wind blowing past you…

he sits down somewhere on a bench,on a rock,on the ground as it changes by days that grows many that he’s been having these thoughts…

taking out his packet of cigarettes;actually smiling..having flashbacks of everyones comments about it through his life and he’s becoming old,actually coughed the other day…

inhaling;exhaling..

its going to rain soon…

turning to face us..he asks:”is everyone lonely everywhere?”