10 July 2012
Motionless
When your imagination fails you without warning, a whisper of fear, meaningless, like screams so surreal.
I view the night, blurred, broken, obscure, nothing.. The violent struggle, awaits a secret velvet rose. The false pedals intricate.
Its approach charming yet entirely imperfect. Watching the pedals hit the ground. The fear crashing, the elusive questions appears still so surreal, could this be?
An echoing memory, flooding desire, contemplate without blind twists and emotions.
Silently I escape this stuck in fast motion.
Motionless • Opuss № I