The huge banner fluttered on the deck of the aircraft carrier might of a nation on drugs impresses the unimpressed peons as the commander in chief of the free western world stepped on board, paroxysmal smile on his face resembling his unnatural joy Frankenstein’s bride before a mirror.
The huge banner fluttered on the deck of the aircraft carrier for the success of the free world that freed the five thousand old country of its devastated history and stayed attention as if paying their respect to the thousands killed. Mission accomplish
2. I am one of you, seeking a path between pleasure and decency, voting for miracles, hoping to be saved and by travelling, sometimes on the road, sometimes beside it… I cast my vote for the first cross, for God is dead, and who else could I compare myself to? I have seen, I have experienced fear, the omnipotence that blows your mind clear. I cast my vote for the realm of scents, for the fragrance that is followed by a smile, for your gesture that implied this journey is not over, yet what is yours, you must get pointing to those unparalleled constellations where all theories are abolished on existing or never existed creation, illuminating the simplest of relation we had never known before. I cast my vote for my ancestors forever on the road, who stepped from the wet pavement into the ever-changing afterlife, preaching the immediacy of history. I cast my vote for the loneliness of cities, where souls caged by four walls pray for a hellish peace, slipping away in ease, leaving nothing behind, from behind of a mirror they dream of a touch or perhaps the touch that might redeem the never ending, monotonous sparks of weekends.
Impression You drum your fingers on the table your coffee cup still brims of heat anxious moments no one listens and you tap your fingers talking to emptiness rhythmic impression happy mood the nostalgia of your hand touching the cold table unbearable ache the loneliness you try to drum away from you