your eyes are soft with sorrow November 10, 2008

tot ce-am vrut a fost sa nu mai mor odata cu lumina. no more dying in the sun. and no eternal reward will forgive me for wasting the dawn. I want to see the first red ray of light with a smile on my face. the smile of real human touch. not fear, not uneasiness, not anguish. not ceasing, but starting. not normal, but alive. a monday smile? a “don’t go away” smile. a kiss left on the cheek for the whole day. I’m not built for this. but I want to try it like it’s mine to have. and when he leaves I blow baboons in the wind behind him. they will carry my voice and whisper in his ear when they burst against his hair: “hey, that’s no way to say good-bye”.