Reminiscence after paralytic days
When alone, but yet completely with someone
I used to take the wood ways
To the one place
Where i could smell the dew so strongly
It’s memory still lingers in my veins.
Veins?
I used to think that everything flows
And everything disperses in the blood
And nothing gets scattered in the mud
that is forsaking…
So there we were
Drowning ourselves in the bittersweet liquid
Content and forgiving
Allowing the ivy to twine around our corpses
While concealing drops fell on our faces
and on our lips,
and on our tongues…
down our throates,
and into our blood…
Cyclic.
Those were the only days
When i felt that
I could be able to love.
I loved .
But those paralytic days are over.
And i love no more…
*paralytic = very drunk*
