Thursday, August 17, 2006
pictures in my head.
Repeat, in a different fashion. Take away colors and stare. You know what her voice sounds like, you can hear anything you want to in your head. Turn, sway in rhythm. The music is loud; we can still hear each other. If it feels like the end, take two steps back and be safe. Hair in the wind, half smile, half turn - black and white, still, grainy; perfect.
Rain, rinse and remember what this smells like. Where do I go? Where do i go from here? There? Left? Right? Arrows point everywhere. 4am cold grass, sleepless night, starry sky, I left that in the mountains of sunrise a long, long time ago. I will go back someday.
Friend once a upon a time, you smiled, you cried, and you said goodbye to the little girl in you. Will she ever come back?
Awkward silences, there is too much distance in between to even hear you breathe sometimes. Disturbance and disconnect. Phone in my hand, every word with every tear - freeze from above, use an angle. Fade to grey, blur edges.
Ice skating, winter beauty, neon lights, no one has time for anyone. Standstill, breathe. Coffee tastes different every 5 miles, smiles smile differently everyday, but people cry the same tears everyday, every mile.
Exchange whispers on swings, as you go up make your wish and fall like you've fallen from heaven. Break every guitar string, the sound of breaking in tune, hollow with potential. Unwritten song, you sing own your own and i hear you. Go wrong, make right, left behind some sort of smell, it has a story - what? I don't know anymore.
Painted room, cold air, leftover girls stand in line with distant traces of grey and purple on their faces and alchohol at their fingertips. She wears black, he plays with her hair, she stares through the empty bottle - pain is coming back to her. Striped walls are too much precision, scatter, fall to the ground.
Song on repeat, don't know all the words, don't even want to know them. Never good enough, you have a problem, fade color increase sharpness, to show disappointment. Empty street, broken heart, loaded gun - yeah lately i've been noticing how a half step and can cause miscalculations. The plan is ruined. Late nights the N train stops on this track, and you cannot get in. Break a window, reach in and bring your hand out bleeding crimson under the fluorescent light.
Pearls fall to the ground, broken glass all around. Cracked mirror, a million little pieces out of control. Try to hide, from the world watching. Take a message, re-write, fool yourself. Long coat, apple green. Hair in curls, stand under the bridge look up and smile, laugh like you're standing on the streets of Paris. Pretend and help me get this picture right. Color and black and white.
Open road, forest on both sides, full moon no streetlights. Pure moonlight, hopeless stares, make a wish. This was your picture, and it's perfect :).
Come find me.
3 Comments:
Either I am intellectually challenged or it just didnt take anyone 3 reads to 'get it'.
standing ovation as I said. A budding writing you be baby:)
and this part :
*Friend once a upon a time, you smiled, you cried, and you said goodbye to the little girl in you. Will she ever come back?*
This sours. This is our Natasha Jahangir everyone, the superstar. class ho:)
soars* i meant:$
woman! i'm speechless! this is one seriously FANTASTIC piece of writing.
abba likes to make fun of me, saying i've only just started to look at the world around me properly, woh bhi thru a camera lens. somehow, i think he's right.
