Soodaroo in Love
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Open my eyes you were staring in my face, silence was in the room, all the thing frozen and I just looked deep into your eyes, were all the thing you can imagine was sad.
Open my eyes there were no one left, sitting lonely in my room in the deserted house – others out in a journey – thinking of all the things past, all the things from the beginning, from the first day, probable from the creation, from the first look of Adam to face of Eve. Open my eyes I just saw Eve, I saw Adam, I saw you, naked in my arms, only thing which matters was God, or Love, I could not separate them from each other. I could not, I cannot, I won’t separate them from each other.
Sitting lonely in the room, and just sounds and voices of mad city outside of the walls; Outside someone laughs, someone cry; outside is what people call life. Inside is what they named loneliness. Inside I am alone. Inside everything is dead. Inside just memories, and more mummeries, they are sweat; really sweat, like first kiss of a lovely face, like first time you see Eve in someone, Adam in yourself.
You feel the taste of the apple. You taste lips of a devil. You fall in love, or in hell? Someone call it heaven, idiot they must be. Probably I am the most idiots. Probably I am the most dead, the most sinful boy . . . probably a man in love. Probably this was the same thing you thought, while you touch me, while you taste my lips, while you think this is God, or Love, or Hell?
This is loneliness. This is be dead in the city that thinks in his fancies that he is alive, that he moves toward eternal life, or to the edge of doom, or to nothing? I cannot be sure, I cannot be sure of anything after you stare in my eyes and I cannot find fires in your eyes, I just saw nothing.
Nothing, like a drunk who think every thing is just falling, everything but just a dream.
Every thing but just falling, and that is the rare wonderful true we lost.
Soodaroo
2006-02-16
6:42 PM
Open my eyes there were no one left, sitting lonely in my room in the deserted house – others out in a journey – thinking of all the things past, all the things from the beginning, from the first day, probable from the creation, from the first look of Adam to face of Eve. Open my eyes I just saw Eve, I saw Adam, I saw you, naked in my arms, only thing which matters was God, or Love, I could not separate them from each other. I could not, I cannot, I won’t separate them from each other.
Sitting lonely in the room, and just sounds and voices of mad city outside of the walls; Outside someone laughs, someone cry; outside is what people call life. Inside is what they named loneliness. Inside I am alone. Inside everything is dead. Inside just memories, and more mummeries, they are sweat; really sweat, like first kiss of a lovely face, like first time you see Eve in someone, Adam in yourself.
You feel the taste of the apple. You taste lips of a devil. You fall in love, or in hell? Someone call it heaven, idiot they must be. Probably I am the most idiots. Probably I am the most dead, the most sinful boy . . . probably a man in love. Probably this was the same thing you thought, while you touch me, while you taste my lips, while you think this is God, or Love, or Hell?
This is loneliness. This is be dead in the city that thinks in his fancies that he is alive, that he moves toward eternal life, or to the edge of doom, or to nothing? I cannot be sure, I cannot be sure of anything after you stare in my eyes and I cannot find fires in your eyes, I just saw nothing.
Nothing, like a drunk who think every thing is just falling, everything but just a dream.
Every thing but just falling, and that is the rare wonderful true we lost.
Soodaroo
2006-02-16
6:42 PM
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