blabbering around

When you feel the soft embrace of tolerance, dance around the opportunities. Take them by the hand and push things forward. Accelerate the process if it’s necessary to get it faster. Images tend to take form when you truly desire something. And when something fails to happen you blame it on others. Everything collapses at the point when you realize the illusion of the walls that separate your worlds. Your confusion born from shattered words and images. Mystifying your space blinds your eyes and you can’t see the naked truth that lies on the brass bed.

                Turn the tap on and let the stream amaze you. Put your hands in the stream. Watch the process. Call it off. Bang your head against the tap until blood gushes and fills your sink. Do you feel it now?

                On the way to the hospital, yell at the nurse, call her a whore… Reality is dressed in white. Reality saves you from the evil you’ve created. Bloody paintings hang on the corridors walls. Jump from the medical stretcher and dance with yourself. Check the wall if it’s there. Or maybe the door through which you exit on the porch. It’s late and you play the harmonica like Sonny Boy Williamson. The Sun says goodbye and calls it a day. You sit in the rocking chair with your whiskey on white dust and the feeling of being another one among the others.