The music keeps me afloat on top of that sky those clouds and watching the rainfall trickle over that fictional-full city.
Without way, am pushed over the cliff. Landing on nothing but jiggered rocks. The death as black as dark as unsatisfying as the journey made.
The music, the drug that injects a flow of adrenaline to keep my feet tingling until the next break of sunlight.
A matrix of possibilities and yet a number of delusions. The reality only a chosen number of pre-found and pre-filled paths neatly stacked and processed according to profitability.
The pieces of magnetic cloth, keeps that adrenaline filled drug pumping until the next break of darkness when my mind can float again.
© Halmat Ferello 2008
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