breathless_ramble Joana. Oh, the wind blows so strongly now [the clouds float about], the cats lay around me in their quiet rest and I wonder where it leads to, this stormy riot caused by the sheer rage of my nerves [those insane cotton rags] as they metamorphose the permanent gleaming cover into the misty curtains tapping ethereal lights of the place where you habit... is it you creating this lively midday dance? [tantalizing the approaching vultures] Is it you... your essence, dissolving on my soul so gently? Those sirens now persist on ringing through the havoc under the joyful showers. [the clouds come closer towards me] For now it seems I can't realise it. For now my mind is still under the same apathetic, moribund, stagnated, paralysed effect of the event [the storm is now closing in] yet soon my thoughts will be swirling around this locked and thoughtless room and mock my peace with meaningful glee, soon your eyes will blink in front of mine and the fogged idea of you will be cleared [Hovering above my mind] inebriating my veins with unsustainable life, uncontrollable lips originating smiles, ripping the prolonged waiting Will it change these sides? Will the peacock fly around me then? Just remind me to take your hand when it comes I promise to not let go I won't I never will Until you say so. [Thunder, lightning steal my breath and run]. 000822 what's it to you? who go blather from