13/12/03

December 13th, 2003 by Rose

Sometimes I find myself old, so old inside, deep where there are no footprints in the sand. Will you tell me what to write I ask them and they merely nod, satisfied the mood is right. Spill, oh to spill a thousand words and still I could not begin to express all that lay within. Dark, dark is the forever of questions to ponder as we gaze from the frosted window. Comfort me with arms of the future and pour over me the knowledge in which you so wish for me to imbibe. Love me, and be mine and I will love you as though you were my reality. Embrace, embrace a dream and toss it about within you until it is so shaken it has no choice but to be what it is. Passion, passion fills thoughts that flow somehow never wasted on seemingly thoughtless eyes. Trust, trust in the things I tell you, the secret thoughts you speak in the empty space that fills the emptiness here and there., Such a time comes to speak and once the gates are open many will come from near and far to be amazed, empowered. Live a life in which you dream and when you wake the reality will mirror the scenes which play out in such aluminous vivid colours. Stark the contrast of white on black, heal my wounds with your lips, speak. Imagine the world as an empty canvas and paint it with all that you hold within. Become the pallet in which the brush is dipped. Ponder the silence and rate its effect with a black marker on a white wall, as the light grows dim so too do eyes tire of living. Bring me forth the one I ache to know as though I were standing before myself. Be silent whilst I speak the words that gather within. Cast your eyes across mine with no judgment, yet merely amusement follows the one who you never bothered to believe. Let a pen dance across your heart. Unleash all that lay within and in that moment, turn yourself inside out so as you begin to live your life on the outside in – inside out and outside in there is no place to hide and why would you want to when there is so much to share. Hold your smile as a brush and paint the dark colours with the glorious light you are. Share not the space you dwell but the space you are.