Let’s talk about dreams
And how do you feel about being awake
Some things you can handle
Others you just send them away
It is only light that blinds the vision
it is only dark that gives you the sight
How many talks it takes
How many minds it shakes
…
I am underground
The earth has opened
And I’ve found my heart
And you are born
And you are bones
And you will burn
And you will listen to every single heartbeat
As exposed wounds
You don’t miss the past.
You look at the past, see fragments, feel fragments.
You don’t miss the past.
You miss yourself now.
You miss the future.
You have been in the past but are wholly only in the future.
You can’t wait to meet your parts.
The past is…
instance
in distance
incense
in sense
insane
in tense
in person
in pression
And honey will make things sweet
And drugs will make you sweat
They are drilling
an invasive sound
drilling through your dreams
unravelling images
until the last wall has fallen
and you wake up
and they are still drilling
on the apartment above
calling you
all in you
all you
allow
Through the naked trees
I see what man has made
Through the naked trees
I see the man has fade
A heavy delight
it shines its dark
it blinds the vision
and separates the division
unifying the construction
of an end with no conclusion
We are now fully emptied
And…
distilled spirit
a human
and a whiskey
ageing to mature
realizing to purify
its intrinsic task
and most of its life
spent in a cask
A Human Exploring Her Creative Nature. Sometimes in Portuguese Sometimes in English @adrianavernalha
