It's funny weird. A little teasing, nevertheless, to be shoved off course as the doubtful breath of self coats the truth of meaningful says. When scenery is limited by the flamboyant expectations and "pragmatic" distancing, every touch is altered and replaced by that of a rolling act.
She is beautiful as ever, perky and weird as she will ever be. Behind the big round rampant glasses and the "kilt-like" scarf, behind the flushing rich feminine lyrics of her mouth and the blazing blond volume of her hair, lies a person so peculiar, so exorbitant to be contained in a set of words. All those wrist bands and accessories have grown inseparable from her character. A flushing flow of words smashes against the wooden set of squeaky chairs and bulky stained tables as she decides to revolt again on the henges of redundant formats of our everyday lives. I can't but lie to her; she does something, says something, or maybe nothing to arise the "what did I just say?!" phenomenon from my side.
As the perfect sway of coffee fumes flushes repeatedly against the drained syrup of our table talks, something within the ongoing vibe transits to another place. I swear I could feel our conversation peeling to a core chat. Ideas most of the time are suddenly frankly addressed. Most of the time.
She is beautiful as ever, perky and weird as she will ever be. Behind the big round rampant glasses and the "kilt-like" scarf, behind the flushing rich feminine lyrics of her mouth and the blazing blond volume of her hair, lies a person so peculiar, so exorbitant to be contained in a set of words. All those wrist bands and accessories have grown inseparable from her character. A flushing flow of words smashes against the wooden set of squeaky chairs and bulky stained tables as she decides to revolt again on the henges of redundant formats of our everyday lives. I can't but lie to her; she does something, says something, or maybe nothing to arise the "what did I just say?!" phenomenon from my side.
As the perfect sway of coffee fumes flushes repeatedly against the drained syrup of our table talks, something within the ongoing vibe transits to another place. I swear I could feel our conversation peeling to a core chat. Ideas most of the time are suddenly frankly addressed. Most of the time.
Time goes by as the vocals of our throats continue to tremor with the most "acceptable" statements. No chance to sway out of the anticipated orbital and fulfill the simplest acts of childish frolic. At the break of every norm, when mutual silence offers a space for perfect words to be placed and for battling gears to be matched with the chronologic demands of events, nothing seems to happen.
It seems that things happen or don't for those who will or won't have the courage to speak of what lies within to the force of the universe. That of which is determined to set challeneges for he who takes the toll to defy all attempts to rectify the boring do's and don'ts of a social law.
As the day shuts down, and the many words we exchanged are still somehow unsatisfying, we seem determined somehow to put an end to all of that, and corky ice-cold breeze can't grow to agree even more. We diverge solemnly at the end of the subtle say with no further words and a million thoughts and feelings left volatile at bay...
No comments:
Post a Comment