22/06/15

I’m living my life on fire and wine

Fire, wine and vice versa

I sacrificed everything

My comfort, my standards, my world

Drown in a shipwreck

And I lost

I lost myself the way I knew it,

my values and self respect

And I found

Reason;

found myself in another dimension-never being aware of its existence

Met my hidden instincts

my long forgotten passions

shaping my worst nightmare

Passion. What a beautiful devastating word!

In a hallucination, I felt

your scent in the dark
your lips on my body

your breath in my soul

Deep scars and sins all over...

What I ignored?

Wine's bitterness…

And that colour...
Red,

for fresh roses

for fresh blood..

But real red roses always come with thorns, don't they?

Damn! Burn them now before it's too late!

If that's a trap..

I do not know - I don't dare to know!

Currently in complete confusion

In complete serenity

No matter what…

The forbidden sweetness I savoured

fully nourished me

Stronger than ever before - alive

This is my redemption 

Perhaps that's not science

But you’re so fuckin' clever, could you ever make moments not age?

- -  

Let me take a photo of you,

when drunk by wine.. when burnt in fire..

I promise that’s all I’m asking for, nothing more

and I’ll keep it as my memento

of a short story

once, somewhere, in a cold summer
rebels as we used to be, not taking anything seriously

Until the wine is over and the fire blows out...



Miss M.