Picture This…
Here i am, on the darkest room, filled with the darkest thoughts, and
lacking of hope...
There´s nothing worth of seeing,...i see a chair, running away, into
the light. Also i see a pen, insulting, cursing, and hating me....but
still, i love that pen...
I hear voices...too much noise to distinguish...
The television turns on, to show me a world full of color and
beautiful sounds, but then it turns off...its just sitting there,
mocking me....
I´m trapped in that room, the walls, painted black over the years, are
closing up, slowly, too slow to notice, but i know they move,
everyday, just a bit...
The noise has stopped, now silence remains, i can´t take it, too much
silence, so...i started to sing, a song with no lyrics, a song with no
feelings, a song in "mute"...
A beautiful black bird then hears me sing, stands over a white tulip
outside the room, and sings with me...i see her thru a window, the
only way out of the room...i want to sing with her...but the window is
too small for me to escape...
Here i am stuck on a window, watching that black bird over the tulip
singing without me...
Been stuck for a long time now, but the bird is still there, still singing...
Finally i get out, too thin to walk, hungry, sick, but happy because
now i can sing along with that bird...
Finally I´m free from that dark, silent place...
Finally free from my mind....
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