One day i'll be sitting on the bank ready to dive, bare feet covered in vegetal powder, pierced by the wires from the trees, i'll be watching the wide basin of water glimmering the sky, i don't wish for the weather to be frozen in a pathetic blue, i want it free, angry or sad, if the drops want to whip my face i'll be there, if the sun wants to burn my skin i'll bring an umbrella, my weather will be free and i'll let my mind protect me, legs stretched, the palms of my hands fixed to the ground, tense, i'll wait for the push to clean my wounds and find peace in the carresing silk of the water, i'll swarm, i'll spin, i'll twirl like a torpedo, i always thought swiming was close to flying, i'm a fool i need to cool my brain; one day i'll be sitting anywhere, not watching, lost in the brambles weaved by the impulses in my mind, one day a finger will lay down on my wrinkled hand and i'll cease to feed the doubts, i'll leave my body to drown in the eyes of my murderer, this will be the happiest moment of my life.
(my familiar ressources, i don't know how to get out of the spiral, take my hand and pull me out, is there a speck of hope in this aged vision)
your vision is beautiful
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