Disempowered

Sometimes we just feel this breath whispering silent maledictions on our necks. Our first reaction is to run to the green and unknown melodies that protect our house. This pressure will not go away, it will stay like a warm presence in a cold and white room, singing haunting lullabies to our hesitant ears, in a voice too deep and sweet that we will able to fly through all fears and land on a new dream, where past and future would be the same thing and soul would be a word that we wouldn't be ashamed of. Remember, please remember, when you used to laugh at every golden word my lips dared to pronounce. I felt fear on those laughs, I felt the force for a new man rising from glimpses of dubious light. I felt sorry for your past, joy for our present, I felt my parts galloping as it was a comet on fire. And then I felt my body tired, my romantic heart begging me to stop. But I never hear it when it says no.