Thursday, January 18, 2007

Still Nature

Just... just... just... just... just...
Smiles in gift-wrapped boxes... Kites don't show up anymore, maybe because it's night. The word became essence... essence cannot turn back to being a word. Snow stopped falling... looks frozen now, but still soft. Children believe Santa exists. The bubble tea waiting... bubbles don't desintegrate. No more carols; music heard when opening a box, but the ribbon is difficult to untie. Halloween never happened. Serendipity. Amorphous wanderers now lie on the ground. Winks turned blank. The night feels at home in the arms of quietness. When day comes, a whisper awakes everything around. It can't fade.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You`ve been boned lately, right?:P

Mirela said...

Omg! :) You're worse than the militia :)))! I try to stay away, get somewhat serious, "save" myself for what I may write once I get to Spain, and in my weakest moment, when I feel like writing some nonsense, you don't fail to ask me such a gentle question :). And I still like you... how does that work? :))

Anonymous said...

Ti-a furat cineva culorile? :)

Mirela said...

Place asa :).