The turn of the road equals freedom. Absolute thirst for the speed cars run away from that turn. The turn of the past, of dreams. Passing with years. Thinking i got away from my nightmare turn before. Then, explain me this. Now i see the turn again, more fearful. Like repetition, previous one. The fields will lie there, next to the escape road. For a long time. It's clear that my image for this scenery is growing bigger while i'm becoming a steadier part of it.
Different faces are common in that road.. This road connects everything through the data of my life. Strange things. Stranger feelings. Words can't well describe. But better than in my head. Read this later.
Unconsciousness has led me to something totally strange but also weirdly predictable. After one walk. after one image. After one smelll, or maybe after one song. Autmn? No summer? Wet summer but early autu,mn. Weed can grow in the running field. But not me. I stay the same in a piece i thought i proudly passed over. The sky tells me im wrong. But anyway..
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