“How does it feel like, to let fovever be?
How does it feel like, to spend a little lifetime sitting in the gutter?
Scream a symphony..”
Let Forever be - Chemical Brothers
Dim lights over a subtle blue and a soft rhythm o’er and above the horiz0n have something between them that makes right now pretty much unexpressable through efforts in their entirety. When your lids hover and waves bounce off your sides..
And everything stops dead. Falls in its place, so that you feel like you’ve just taken a ride on a flying lift to above the clouds and nothing more than you want matters. And that which does matter can be tucked tight inside your cranium, only to let it turn into everything without anyone else having to know of or about anything. And you could fall in your place with the safe knowledge that everythings cherry pink on bone-china plates.
And you rise instead to a place where heady ditties resound in your head. Every time you’ve ever smiled amalgamates into one big bag of helium within your being.
And if the music were turned off, your ears would ring and beep like a shivering halo for the oblivious fraction of an eternity.
With the rest of it spent in precious brushes, warm locks and sweetness.
And everything stops dead. Falls in its place..
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ah :)
Comment by yellow September 22, 2009 @ 7:52 am