Realization

...the feather bathes in the resonance of sound
waving its many hands,
and arms,
and petals and...
..Eyes...
Basking in the wind
dancing and swirling
towards my tormenting mind

...the sand judges a loss, and a sorrow
Tells of memory;
my disbelief of letters and voices
I wrote us on everything
filled the letters with our beings
but..

"They were washed away", I cried
Washed away,
and shone away
ran through my fingers,
slipped away..

They were printed in a firing heaven,
or was it a blood sucking one?
I can't judge another,
can't judge at all...
[lost]

It doesn't matter, you see
It doesn't matter what you believe
when the Crimson Moon
tells No other story
Than of footsteps in front of a door..

Did I give in too soon;
did I give up too easily?

"There's no way out
to find a way back in
no way out
no way in...
No out
no in..
No, No
No!
..no..”
[screams]

Because there is nothing to get out of,
and nothing to return to...
THAT is what it means..
[breathes]

Rains fall from the sky so intensively
crying when souls can't on their own
shining when no one can on ones own
Embracing me,
in every wind brush
in every breeze of dawn..
[breaks in]

Life is strange in that way
pathways for everyone that may
know where they want to stray,
or stay,
or get away...
[chooses]

A feather touches my tormenting mind
maybe I know then whatever for
Maybe I see then,
my own feet in front of the door
There is Nothing to get out of,
Nothing to return to, I see
Because the path don't lead out,
there is no struggle to go through,
outside of me

But there is a direction,
to realize;
analyze;
compromise;
fantasize about..;
Actualize..

It doesn't take me out of anything;
it doesn't bring me to other geographical places,
only inside of me...

Through the only one door
to Life...

Skye