clipa cea repede

Secunda se prelinse incet, incremenita in frigul iernii seci. Secunda cu gust sarat. Secunda cu zgomot surd in tample; secunda fara timp sau fiinta… Secunda cand inima nu bate, cand trupul nu se misca, respiratia ingheata pe geamuri. Secunda in care fluturii din trup devin nisip fin imprastiat in zari. Secunda in care nici macar nu ai realizat ca se intampla ceva. Navalnica si furioasa ca o cascada, iti ingramadeste atomii din corp, ii framanta, ii reorganizeaza, ii zapaceste si ii lasa fara habar de viata din afara.
Secunda cea repede se prelinse fierbinte si sarata peste suflet, in aerul rece si taios al iernii de promoroaca.

i used to be a rainbow [older post]

once upon a past lifetime

there’s an echo still hanging from the ceiling in a far away room from deep inside my soul. nobody could understand those half vowels scattered all over the empty hallways. except me.
i know that song.. those words. whispers flowing like silk, undressing mind and body from all known rules, erasing boundaries and galaxies in their way.
stories. old. cold. dusty.
my body aches. my bones are heavy.i have been staring through that frozen window for so long that my eyes can’t even remember how to shed a goddamn tear of sorrow or happiness. my fingertips feel numb. the only noise in the room is made by a mechanical clock.i couldn’t tell exactly its purpose there as all the seconds flew out the window centuries ago, when that song became an echo. i know for sure, i was the one to close all the doors and the windows for what seems now to be forever.
i kept my breath until i chocked on this thick dust and spider webs crawled up my face to close my eyes and drown my dreams.
and yet, somewhere in the corner of an eye, a crumble of a long lost dream got stuck and doesn’t want to fade away…
in the white early morning light, two bodies curled up in the small bed with blue sheets breath together, hearts skipping a beat every time eyes meet. skies are blue… sheets are blue… walls are blue. and it seems like eternal summer for two lost souls that feel as they have  lived like this in a past lifetime.
once upon a past lifetime these empty hallways were filled with laughter and songs..
can you hear that echo?