THIS DAY

This day, this hour, this moment…..this moment of loss….of unrealized dreams….of an unclear future…..is the purest, the most natural of all moments…..where the clouds of fake dreams burn before my very eyes and rise up in smoke and burn….burn and scream and die- a slow, anti- pheonixian death. The poison which they were hitherto spreading within me, intoxicating my senses is now powerless in front of my soul…..My soul which, hidden from my own eyes….lay quietly, patiently…..waiting to be seen heard felt……. breathing life into my life…..This soul is now set free….it is flying…and I am flying with it…..flying in the cold mountain air…bathing in the icy blue waters of the ocean….breathing from the moist green grass…and LIVING…..Let the damn world be damned!!