skjalff
Bluelighter
To walk unnoticed through the snow-veiled streets
just a grey track-mark among the snow flakes
to forever burn this image into the eyes
and to not be recognized ever again
...this is called joy
to never again care
and let this street become the final resting place
to let this greyness perpetuate through the mind
and into the feelings
..colorlessness
to never be saturated by it
and ever make space for more
till its all monochromatic
till there is nothing left to give up
..but there is always something
to get drained of color
desecrating all that was once held dear
to tear through the old scarred seams
and dissolve in this winter day
..that is true loyalty
to completely and permanently share the moment
with emptiness, tranquil and absolute
to welcome the oblivion
that was so hard-suffered for
..thus comes my ultimate freedom
skjalff
just a grey track-mark among the snow flakes
to forever burn this image into the eyes
and to not be recognized ever again
...this is called joy
to never again care
and let this street become the final resting place
to let this greyness perpetuate through the mind
and into the feelings
..colorlessness
to never be saturated by it
and ever make space for more
till its all monochromatic
till there is nothing left to give up
..but there is always something
to get drained of color
desecrating all that was once held dear
to tear through the old scarred seams
and dissolve in this winter day
..that is true loyalty
to completely and permanently share the moment
with emptiness, tranquil and absolute
to welcome the oblivion
that was so hard-suffered for
..thus comes my ultimate freedom
skjalff
