When the music is over...

and there is dishes and glasses and pieces and mind flashes to pick up,
that's where I exist, inhabit, hide and chill.

The moment when the fun is over and a hug is needed, find me there.

now that the excitement has worn out, and a week of no-studying has ended, and all the beautiful young people are tired and ready to rest it down... they are.
find me in the useless struggle to keep it clean and cool and fresh and light and new and pure and away from the corrosive liquids of a deceiving smile.

I find other sides of every one's heart in every turn of the face,
some hide and are safe, some run and are safe, some avoid and are safe,
but not for long.
That thing finds us all.

Understatement...

Find a road, start to walk... what direction? what for?
Follow the beat of your heart? Yes, let it speak. You're still young, you're still sweet...
Let your understated dreams jump to the forefront scene. Forget the views of those, who don't know whats good for us.
Let your heart take the place of you president and your mayor. Give your shoes the place of the tube.
Be always thristy.
Look at the floor when you walk every now and then. Look at her face, not at her clothes.

Words that collide into worlds...

The world you go and get every morning, is different from the world I end up getting in the afternoon.
Your eyes are different. You're so warm, I'm so lost. You are so vain... I'm turning into you. Stop me before the edge.
Tell us the story, I know you're not boring. Lyrics thrown into the disjointed words of a deep heart. A deep aching self that found others... Other colourful ones. So young, so young. Oh but he thinks he's the king of the world. And she thinks she's fantastic. And so many words creates those worlds.
The one you get every morning and I pick up every evening. And then you join me and then you smile and I make you feel down and then I give you my heart, my attention, my dreams once again.
You, me, the colours. For ever your face in my memory, and yours too and your name in the tips of my fingers. And our hands still ache from all that work. All that creating and destroying we did, was exhausting.
and love keeps coming and going, deep, shallow... shallow worlds that collide and become without wanting it, deeper.

azile.

I saw

I saw what I needed to keep me awake and to make me sleep.
I saw the past and future inter cross in the shape of a old man skipping ropes.
I saw my own mouth talking to me in a foreign language and begging me to understand that what was outside was what was the inside as well.

I saw my own shadow run to embrace yours
as my body stayed motionless on the floor.

I saw the line between a tall rock and the sea,
clashing, splashing, creating the most visually musical landscape of drops I've ever seen.

And the old sun shinning above, making everything clear.

I saw you stealing a bar of gold
from the pocket of misery
and sell it for the highest price to hope.

I saw the fire burning your ankles that made you dance all night.
I saw the stain and I saw the scar.

I saw your pain contained in a jar.
I saw war through the eyes of mud, stepped over, only able to make you slip and fall.
I saw you leave.

I saw the world through a magnifying glass.
I made it gigantic and bang. big bang.

I saw skies of black obsidian, splashed with morning dew in the middle of the night.

I saw the man with the suitcase on his way to court
courting your fear, taking your faith and your glow.

I saw my own smile in the mirror and it made me laugh some more. It was like hidden sadness, sadness and hope.

I saw a chainsaw run and felt unable to believe, believe you, believe this...

I saw ageing in a girl I saw ageing in a plant.
I saw my own eyebrows changing shape. I said Ill do it tomorrow but clocks don't wait.

I saw a year pass, everyone thought it was the last.
But the earth only spanned once.

azile x