In the forests of my mind, this body runs. Oh, how it runs… It runs with ease. It runs with passion and grace. It canters with the wind, chasing fantasies along the trails surrounded by majestic cypress and spruce.
In the oceans of my mind, this body swims. Oh, how it swims… The waves caress its curves as it walks out into the deep. This body treads water, keeping its precious hope afloat. With arms wide open, it propels itself towards a future filled with sunbeams and peace.
But this body… The body that runs in the reveries of my mind, is not my body. My body does not run. My body survives in stillness as it watches the days pass by, waiting for the hands of time to carry it away to a better place. This body walks down the yellow broken brick road, only to find that it leads to where it began. An endless, tortuous loop.
But this body… The body that swims in the depths of my beautiful mind, is not my body. My body does not swim. My body does not fight against the current; it cannot keep its head above water. My body surrenders to the pulling of the tide, letting itself sink into the cold and numbing waters of despair.
Take me away to a place where mind meets matter, to a place where figments of imagination are so tangible, you can taste them on your tongue…
Take me away to the land of the enamoured evergreens…
I pray that the passionate surges of Neptune carry me to the deserted islands inside my soul.
I put my words to rest in the archives of my mind; they lay between the pages of my memories, like pressed petals longing to be loved. Their scent seeps out from the pages; notes of manic moonflower and wistful wisteria flood my head, pollinating me with thoughts of you.
The flames of Hell flicker in your eyes as the devil dances in your grin. Incinerate my righteousness; Feast upon my skin. Deliver me from this decency; Anoint me with savoury sin. Let my body be your abbey; Worship me from deep within.
I find myself back amongst the flames; colours erupt from the inferno that surrounds me.
Deep blue moments of reflection arise.
A red raging passion consumes.
A lilac longing unravels.
Then comes black…
Black is the whirlwind; a turbulent affair between touch and time. A beautiful collection of fleeting moments which I hope are never retrieved for they have filled the forgotten void inside of me. They have become the kindling in my soul that keeps the burn alive.