"I never saw the old man in him, I only saw the bright eyes, slowly glowing, joyfully/sad in the dark."
Floating waters, with a short distinct extract of a second.
Hanging rivers, only those who knew it, saw it coming.
A voice as an echo went through the air, it sold itself.
Nothing can take it away from it's darkness.
He didn't have to say that he loved me, only time would tell.
A remarkable sense of humor, with a spoon of shallow sarcasm was his outer weapon. It almost always worked.
Leaving a house that had seen too much in-saneness in it's days was a relief. No one was really in charge, except the wind, the trees and the water.
A Visual condom layed at his feet and he started wondering if he could catch it. Some what of the mercy he always had showed me disappeared for a minute. And as the two different kind of lovers we were, some maybe consider abuse.
Pictures that never really marked their spot in a chain of reactions, ease down, they had no purpose as living objects, only underline sentences which he always knew the meaning of.
In a short notice, dark water was going down. Deep in the depths of an addictive mind. He never saw the chance of making it happen. He only wanted his best.
Slowly away from lights, people and surroundings, a distinct diva from east Africa is going up .
Everything Is Nothing as It Always Had Been.
But The Point Was Really Anything.
What Is To Be The Statement in The Underline Here?
Future Will Tell.
"He went through hell to get some god damn help.!"
"I Never Saw The Young Boy In Him, But I Always Saw The Big Black Old Etruscan Ancient Eyes, Glow In The Dark As Never Before..."
