one summer night

it had been a bad day. the one before was not better... the scars led to fear, but the fierce hate within helped me stand. intentions where never part of the thoughts and ideas that drove to these decisions. it was more than welcome the time of "no one else around" and with it the marvelous feeling of "why bother?", so well fed by this Babylon ways.

and yet there is always time for a new "you", and time to waste by playing the game of "me and you", yet no time to rest from the "me minus you". dim lights and foggy images bring back my eyes to yours and then.... ice ice baby. you were not looking for me, i was not looking for you, but our eyes met and then...

in her clothes i dressed you, said one man once describing what i had seen in you. the red... within.

never meant but apparent, and apparently seamlessly ridiculous to even consider. but yet thought possible.
hmm... whatever.

i guess my next move should be to give no value to such foolish ideas. unfortunately these are not times to play with and this is not the place nor pace to play. so after turning, the sun looks brighter every morning when you see it every morning.

soon the summer will reach us and several nights might be confused, but i bet you will pet me as i will pet you, oh marvelous river of joy, cold as ice, and blissful green fumes all over the forest where i shall rest my past away. some mountain, some shore, some moon, some rain, some pain. enough for a moments rest, enough forgetting the pests. and to the returning loser with a crown, sheets of hay and headstones and then...

if this is death i rather die.

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