vurtomatic
Bluelight Crew
there are so many words in me tonight, a maelstorm of words, a whirlwind of tattered emotions like leaves whipped up mad frenzy... and noone to put a voice to.
am i the storm, or the eye? i try to let go but i am already gone, so where am i? the eye of the storm.
it rages oh how it rages in my ragged breast struggling to hold this elemental force, these words trying to escape, they tear, they tear, they tear at my insides but i have no voice, to give them life.
to live i destroy and find, debris i can no longer lay claim to. destruction leads to creation and, that is where i am... the stormy eye of creation.
creation as manipulated by words primordial and thus reality is shaped with the word.
and then, my phone rings... a private number. and why... why...
its funny how, after all this time, the first thing that came to mind... it was you reaching out to me from the maelstorm.
but i have no voice.
[ 05 February 2003: Message edited by: vurtomatic ]
am i the storm, or the eye? i try to let go but i am already gone, so where am i? the eye of the storm.
it rages oh how it rages in my ragged breast struggling to hold this elemental force, these words trying to escape, they tear, they tear, they tear at my insides but i have no voice, to give them life.
to live i destroy and find, debris i can no longer lay claim to. destruction leads to creation and, that is where i am... the stormy eye of creation.
creation as manipulated by words primordial and thus reality is shaped with the word.
and then, my phone rings... a private number. and why... why...
its funny how, after all this time, the first thing that came to mind... it was you reaching out to me from the maelstorm.
but i have no voice.
[ 05 February 2003: Message edited by: vurtomatic ]
