Only under special circumstances!

Surrounded by delirium,
light headed and numb,
time slowing down, stretched out seconds...
craving Melody,
to be echoed in every hollow bone, every blank space of the head.

A pleasant vertigo, so convinced to fly...
Only, and only if I could jump so high and never come back down again...
High for eternity, serenity nearby.

As I open my eyes, I fall back down again,
What is left is nausea, disbelief and sadness,
Labelled realities staring me straight in the eyes...

Was I high or just Naive?

The Persistence of Memory

Not so far away... Just around the corner, someone had a flashback.
Tiny pieces of memory, being pushed to the first row, where they can be touched, not ignored...
In the 5th floor,
where there is a strong smell of melancholy, somebody tried to forget,
while in the first floor, there was a slight hint of nostalgia in the tasteless air molecules, for anything that ever existed.
Impossible to block, they are the muted screams...
Dusty and old... demanding rebirth... With or without a soul.
Frustrated past... trapped into the time's cemetery...begging to be dug out, buried again, decomposed.
Too far... Too old to be brought back again.

Shhh...

Slowly,
with a great uncertainty,
words pouring out of her head into the muted space of the throat,
Disconnected violently...Unable to scream out the wasted words.

How sound becomes the misunderstood logic, sewer of head.
Standing there... breathing heavily, making an effort to make sense out of nonsense.
Just few more seconds, and it wouldn't matter anymore...
Urgency is just a disfigured moment after all.

So she turned her back and took a deep breath, as if air could wash everything down from her
blocked throat.

An alien called "Human"

Smell of humidity,
Taste of metal...
dreams that live and die one after another...
People who are close, only when they are at the highest point of their miseries...
Something worthy to hear... Fear of loosing it...
is gone....
Blank papers that takes no time to turn into the proves of the human insanity.

Just a thought!

Apples are gone,
the last words of the insane man...
let me run, let me spin.
The voice is wrong, Signs aren't made of Neon lights after all...
Click, click, click, and there is my lost times in some lousy frame...
By the way that plastic bag that you're wrapping around your head has a hole in it...
Light cream is not light anymore, victims of congelation.

.....

I was there... or at least that's what I thought.... There could've been an accident when nobody was looking...... Something cracked and I tried to cover it with my hands...It didn't look like a big one, but it continued all the way down, passed my hands, passed my feet, passed the ground I was standing on... At some point I couldn't see it anymore... My hands got tired and numb but I didn't want to remove my hands... There was something underneath that cracked... As an UN-stoppable pressure, forcing it's way through... It's existence so strong....Nobody could deny it anymore, even those who weren't looking...
Then pressure and exhaustion turned me into a shapeless creature .. And I could see through my hands, and I knew that everyone else can see through my head... So I stopped thinking and I stopped completely because I had nowhere to Hide.

A Short Pause!

While so high on caffeine and conversation... a sudden sharp stroke on the temple of my head revealed the bareness of the moment. It seemed as if nothing matterd at that moment, not even the lightness of body and soul... It was meant to be nothing! Heart was racing fast and I demanded silence with certainty as the solution... Realizing is rather impossible to demand such a thing in a place full with life and smoke and talk and coffee, I blocked my ears with my hands... Not fully deaf, I looked at excited faces with moving lips... Did they know something I didn't know? Was I excluded from their secret? Was I too naive to believe fantasies and delusions are the only truth? And if I was wrong, then what was the truth? Maybe there was no defined truth... As far as I was concerned, I could be carrying mine inside... and the guy next to me could have his! Then why forcing one's personal truth into the individual's or from a bigger perspective, into a nation's throat? Isn't that what politics and religion and so many other craps are all about? And somewhere in between the messy arguments over imaginary rights and wrongs, morality and colorful humanity, you realize the phoniness of it all... Out of ignorance or awareness, doesn't really make a difference, for the result is a blindfolded generation living in search of what is beyond things that they've been taught... And for nothingness is an active form of life!
So I put my hands down while silence surrounded my existence, and I took a deep breath of air filled with nothing at all.