Melody of autumn re-done.
Our palms and fingers got tinctured a dirty yellow colour from cheap tobacco...
Nature works its deadly ways. All I can do now is watch and sigh.
I quietly bring my hand to the yellow tree leafs. It is faintly visible... like the rest of me.
And so I stand there, back turned to the ones I once believed in, to the ones I once trusted, to the ones I still, unfortunately, care for and love... Fingerless, handless. Heartless perhaps ?
A feeling, as if I would be pierced by an invisible needle overwhelms me.
A strangely heavy, yet warm thought takes over everything in my thoughtful head -
I'll fly away into the sky with the melancholic melody of Autumn and watch you from above, watching me unknowingly, gazing up at my cloud; a cloud as light and grey as the melody of Autumn itself.
Org.- 18th / 28th September, 2007
Redone 18th August, 2009 preparing for Autumn.
Listening to: Sopor Aeternus - The Sleeper
Reading: Phylosophy / Goethe / Balzac
Drinking: Mineral water