Elementor Página #211

When I write

It´s been a long time since I last touched you. But it is back.  That feeling, you know what I am talking about. That feeling: this feeling. The urge to run for you and slide my fingers on the keyboard as if it was a piano. Possessed by some instinctive ancestral force that I don’t really understand. A need to dance with you, to scream at you, talk sweet to you, tell you stories, resurrect you. Invoke the ghost, the elephant in the room, the reason why I stay alive. The child who looks at me with sad grey eyes, asking if he will ever be happy. The glowing golden spirit that dances by my side while I just walk, like the mortal I am, obeying all these damn social rules.

And thus, I show his future to that child, I calm him down, I let the golden silhouette free on the field, and I look straight into your eyes. I dive into your soul, my soul. And let my fingers dance “click click click click”. And my feet repel the floor, and my legs pull from them, making half of my body levitate while I keep my hands on the keyboard. And I am on a train. And I am between the clouds. And I am a bird. And I am a song. And gravity stops bothering, time breaks, and I spill all the coffee over the table. I cry. Because I am this: speed.

And I look at you over and over, and I smile, I get closer, I am charming, I’ve made you a song, I am a seducer, I am a cat. And I play, I am an actor, a storyteller. We are going out of this club, I say, and I will discover your name after you show me your fears, your dreams, your passion, until my child sees yours. I am a dancer, a climber, I’m at the circus. I slightly dance my right hand up and let her decide which fingers to move.

And we won’t make it to the flight, and there’s a beast, a dragon! A princess running to save her prince. A war of love. An impotent God crying. A mystery, a magic riddle, a poem? It´s a confession! Beware of the love this human holds. I will live only when you look at me. Cause when you look at me, all those dead fireflies arise as phoenixes and the ground levitates, and the moon smiles, and the night is jealous, but happy, she has envy, but admiration, she wants us out, but wants us in, she won’t stop us. If you keep looking at me, we will destroy the world. You’re a planet, a city, you’re radioactive, I love you, damn. I fucking love you. I hate love, I will excise it from my body, I will put it back, I will seek it. I will die for you.

Teenagers running the world. Get ready for those guitars, the coyotes are here to eat you all. The sex revolution! It´s full of summer romances, run! I’m allergic. The drums won’t stop us, I am free, I’ll just fly. Good try. The stars are falling, the vampires are no longer immortal, flowers are burning. Everything will, wait, expire? Finally, it will have a meaning. Night is ending. My good old friend, my golden ghost, comes to dance and joins us. And my sad child is even half-smiling. And I’m running out of ideas. So let´s go to sleep, or die!

I think I am abandoning this computer here and I’ll just dance naked in the middle of the street. I am sorry, Mum. Sorry and free.