“We sleep between the storm that was and the storm which has to come”
The silence around me is broken only with the heals tapping on ground.
Step by step, foot by foot, word by word.
In my head.
Looking ahead into the gray curtain of dry trees I walk.
Step by step, tap by tap, beat by beat.
Of my heart.
Behind me navy blue clouds rise up and race the sky.
Step by step, meter by meter, one by one.
Over the sun.
Sudden wind blows me away from my path, pushes me on towards the last rays of light.
Step by step, beat by beat, one by one.
And I think about the meaninglessness of life living the past and worshiping the dead.
What is the aim of hopelessly living if you hear only of what has passed.
How can you be happy if your pleasure should drown in tears of harm.
Why should you think about the future if the only value are the ghost of sacrifice.
There is no place for breathing when you are surrounded by phantoms of years way back.
Soft whisper of rain falling filled my ears with it’s monotonous song of life.
Drop by drop, step by step, tap by tap.
Of my stride.
The gray labyrinth of branches grew larger and larger as I neared the park.
Drop by drop, breath by breath, one by one.
In my eyes.
The rainy mist covered the visible world with cold veil of disguise.
Drop by drop, look by look, sigh by sigh.
Over my skin.
The gust of silent wind pushed the bigger and heavier tears of the sky.
Drop by drop, breath by breath, sigh by sigh.
“Sleeping between the storm that was and the wind which fails to come…
…and blow us away”
“Storm” by kantellis.
// quotes from “Abysmo” by Moonspell
