A life like no other…
Rockets taking off as the count down begins. From the first count of ten. The words sent shivers down my spine. The soil that gives birth to the trees in heaven. Not many see the world the way I see it. Shades of colours black and grey. I tried to make fantasy a reality or what it seems to be right from what is left.
Nine and a eight to go. Acts of wisdom seems a crime to others. Not being accepted by the world or being a fringe member of society for to long weakens to foundation once built. Cracking a nut seems like a brick on finger tips of some.
Eight and let me lay it straight. Independence is just a word that symbolizes freedom instilled in the higher minds. Freedom is a feeling that is long yearned and only appears in dreams that are no longer that many. As the Sandman’s magical dusts works its magic, the soul leaves the chains of reality to yet another dungeon looked in the dark labyrinth. Only the eyes emits signs of light that penetrates deep. Ravaged even in my sleep.
Seven as the count down comes nearer to the half way line. GOD please listen to my plea. As He has never failed to do so during my darkest hours.This another of those one-so-many times I walked the wrong paths that seems so great in the eyes others see. Hoping for a new beginning and another birth. Missing the feeling of the first taste of air a child has at birth. Longing for the neon lights to be put to rest.
Tumble from my daze to number six. Wondering if the truth is there but the five senses have been deceived. Being blinded by the smiles that takes away the truth. Touch is the only sense left to use. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on since the feeling it brings is like no other. Bypassing the logics in life straight to the gates of my heart.
Midway through and as long as I can remember the number reaches five. The ways the world spins on its own. Playing games so hard that the heart breaks and the mind is no longer in your control.
the rest is put on hold since the hand no longer could be controlled…
