I dare you to catch razor butterflies

Like A Good Book

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

It's like reading a good book. Flipping through the pages, taking yourself on a journey in your head. A journey so personal, only you would know what it feels like. Your heart does somersaults and scarlet tumbles, your bones dance to ivory and your eyes speak with the utmost truth any amber would bore.

A simple sit-and-go journey. I want to be on such a journey. Without the books of course. A physical terrain full of flora and fauna waiting for me to scrape and nick myself through. I want to run on bridges and watch it collapse with each precarious step i take. I want to see the lemurs again and watch them blow spit bubbles through the foliage. Snapdragons and Sea dragons await my gentle kiss, if only i could, or rather would make the cut.

Watch the balloons speak in child-like vowels, spinning in cosmic auroras. I want to dance under the stars. Waltzing amidst swans and glass cages, our bodies snaking through the tangibles, towards the intangibles. I would fizz, like a bottle of your antique champagne. I would bubble and froth in you. I'll be pumping in your veins, each little red drop reads me, speaks of me, is me.

The clouds would spell out papa faces, trees dancing the cha-cha around giant gibbons. We would clamor in unison with the song of the wild and grow wings, flying through the cotton-candy sky.

It's like reading a book. Watching the black-on-white dance slowly but meticulously on a paper-thin stage. Words skipping by, beats of the author's heartache, songs of the poet's heart aching. It's like reading a book, a book you've never read before and would never intend to.

It's like reading a book. Aloud. Aloud like my eulogy.
Gold and Purple dreams.

caught a razor butterfly at - 3:50 PM |