Tuesday, September 19, 2006

berry wounded beats


And I can imagine you suffering, cause you're not a god, and I can imagine you loving as every wise man does, I know you'll heal like any young boy would. It hurts to know it's not me who keeps you awake beyond dreams. And I can hear the sad songs that blow your mind, but help you out through this lonely night. .
So I waited for this moment to come, because their faces they all look the same to me, and I can’t recognize my skin in their touch, or touch them with fear of getting burned by their passion, but there’s always something in each one, that I wish I had forever in my eyes, and there’s a sound that pulls them all together bothering every person that tries to live, is the sound of one heart constantly beating, ticking and aching, a sound that not even reasonable minds can silent, until someday you stop believing that this sound is calling the one that listens, until you understand that your own beat doesn’t speaks the same language, and you can’t communicate no matter how hard you tried or how wrong you acted, how surreal it felt, how sublime it appeared, how tragic it seemed, how confined to destiny, how many signs you invented, perhaps you finally got that you build someone out of yourself that rejects your own thoughts and you can’t stick to that fantasy any longer. And you figured out that you just misunderstood the message, and that you have a bad ear, nothing that cannot be solved, nothing that wouldn’t happen to any other, you just confused the sound, and you just accidentally heard someone else’s call, but got mystify by a beautiful melody, and for a moment you got to believe you’ve found the rhythm that could harmonized your life. Beautiful mistakes, that get you to meet cosmic people, but still mistakes that you should recognize, learn and rectify, even with radical and anti human, methods. I’ve got to say that I had a hard time with mine this time, because of my chronic fondness of your music, but still my heart speaks an unfortunate language that seems is not meant for you to listen.

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