an we wait,into these long limitless hours or so it seems. long enough to wait. likeholding your breath. to releas it into an unknown moment. like those magicians - casting their lonely spells on the world.
then there is a feeling. it grows. out from into the night. like creepin willows while u try to sleep. or the hollow silence that speaks just so loud. an in our minds we know. or might percieve that there are already so many feelings yet to be discovered. and still we go on. feelin em. and tryin to make peace with them. but somhow. somwhere we know. its there. behind those fenses in our minds. we build all by ourselves.
lost. beyond words. without a time- wonderin- how and wen and why we all seem to go ever on and on. on our narrow shanks of highly perceptive life.
somtimes we laugh. somtimes we cry and in the end . we all come down. like pouring rain. like a memory residing. from somwhere. somwhere we came frm?
yet wanting to lure ourselves there a bit more. for a time- we must laugh a bit together. and must admit - we
have rather become accustomed to these unformed feelings.