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 -
You mustnt make a sound!
The book.. Its your life, still unfinished, yet.. Strangely, only a few blank pages left as it seems.
Shut up! Just stare at the page as the crimson blood engraves your unspoken words
Society wont let you talk, you have no such right.
You have a right to turn the yellow pages, and an obligation to stay silent.
Dont think, dont blink, dont even breath loudly ! Just stay quiet!
Soon your book will be finished.
But Do you naively think any narrow-minded, tamed erudite will bother reading it ?
So stay quiet, dont even think your book wil
Pagaliau pabudusi iema nusileido ant emės savo snieguota skraiste.
Mediai pabarstyti cukraus pudra...
Kiekviena aka ir akelė saldiai nubalinta.
O tamsiame nakties mėlinume, ibinto viesoje vėjas tą cukraus pudrą skraidina...
Taip lengvai, gracingai, sukdamas kiekvieną baltą vaigdelę ore valso ingsniu..
Ir atsargiai tupdo jas ant mūsų blakstienų.. :)