This weather does something to me.
Something of a havoc,
it creates within me.
Although something feels right.
The lavender sky dazzles me with its sheer beauty but if I stare at it for too long,
I feel the fear penetrate my body.
Fear of what, I don't know.
But the feeling of nothingness.
The sky turns darker and darker,
and my body feels lighter and lighter,
till it almost deceives me of not being there at all.
As droplets kiss my face, I look up to feel more of them.
The ice-cold pearls place themselves on my cheek and eyes,
washing away facades, those which had cemented themselves upon me.
Some, through which even I couldn't see.
The blazing branches of light in the sky
spear through every other sense of mine,
till I reach a state of undisturbed sublimation in my own floating mind.
My pale skin gives into this embezzlement of senses too.
So pale,
I feel my skin dissipating,
merging with the already humid air.
My hair flows down to my shoulder,
no more a part of me.
I am no more myself,
for there is no more of me left.
I am a part of this storm or is the storm within me,
hard to tell.
Something of a chaos, but a chaotic calm.
This weather does something to me.
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