dolorous interludes.

you found a place in outerspace and you don't hurt anymore
your loving hand has slipped away and there is nothing left to say
and we were born of yellow sand there is no plan there is no end

The haunting strains of coldplay leaves one grim- we toil until the death knell tolls. Relationships rise and fall like the ebb and flow of a tide, the crashing sounds so livid at first, enunciating its every nuance like cymbals crashing at your face- stunned for a second, and the next you jump out of line- hurts your ears too much. Then the gurgly white foam retreats and you stand by shore awaiting the next crash with abated breath; this time the motions of nature enrapture you, a hypnotic mantra that carries you far out from land, your imagination and fantasy expanding with every second. It is mesmerising for awhile, until a larger than usual wave hits your knees and caught by surprise, you fall. You kneel for a bit to hear the shattering waves more intimately- you lean in closer to smell the sea. And then a larger than usual wave slaps your face and stings your eyes- made vulnerable by nature, you trusted it to be always beautiful, always alive in glorious splendour, and never malicious; you never learn.

posted by voyeur @ 9/22/2005 01:51:00 AM