That's what my father used to say: "Be careful little one, because some green eyes shall conquer the world"...He had the most beautiful, deepest and wonderful green eyes in the entire world. I'm I sounding to childish again? Maybe...
I must confess I needed to write something down, so many has happened and yet nothing worth to be remembered...I guess we are in summer; nothing but pure and painful sunlight, the heath is so intense I can feel my head ache and I can only think on how to rip it off my shoulders, I'm no near to the ocean...so I just stand in the middle of nowhere, open my arms wide open...I close my eyes and I feel the soft breeze of a wild green sea rushing over my entire skin...It's like hundreds of small needles...transpasing my head, my eyes, my lips, my neck, my chest, my belly, my legs....
'But Rankoo, it is only spring...' I open my eyes and search for the voice that tells me this, I'm sure it wasn't just in my head...This is time for another smile...But what is a smile after all? Nothing but curled lips and some bones showing, nothing but the feeling of a body made of ashes and shadows...A small smile can melt all the ice is over my heart. I'm used to it now. Loneliness is getting almost bareable. I look down at my green sea and I see my own eyes...they are green, but I'm not longer sure if I can even conquer my small little world...
Is the time really now? Hurry up...I can't see you...
Rankoo ap Vallen · Fri Apr 07, 2006 @ 04:40am · 4 Comments |