It is funny, the way happiness behaves. Once I thought that so few things could make me smile, and today, almost everything makes me. From a smile which you least expect, a new born flower, a kick ass rock n’ roll song, a bad class, a hangover, to a few kind and stupid words.
And all these smiles and sighs are so mesmerizing and haunting. They haunt my dreams like wolves stalk their pray. They come to me in sweet scents of honey, of rose. They caress my skin with tongues made of air and hands made of dew. And it is indeed sensual, but it is also spiritual. For they live in my head, just like sweet memories does. And it is such a rush of nothingness and everything, just like when the most handsome boy on school comes up and says hi to you. It is so powerful, even if it is just a mechanical social response, it tastes like summer and manna dew.
These are times, making me believe, at least they are for me.
Maybe indeed, somewhere in time I will find you all again. Maybe somewhere in time I will love you. Maybe when the cold in my heart does leaves, maybe then.
But I won’t guarantee anything. There is a need to fly pumping through my veins, there is such a thirst for freedom, to climb new mountains, to swim new oceans. And you won’t hold me too long on the same place.
I know I’ll be here tomorrow, but I don’t know where I’ll be in a year or two.
So I guess I’ll just take it like a drug, get high enough to see my next destination, and let myself fall through all multi dimensions just to find the perfect flower.
By the way, pray it is a rose!
-Dark Shadow!
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