YOU ARE MY VIOLET SUN
A MOMENT OF SILENCE. AND REMINISCENCES. A MOMENT OF LARGE CLOAKS IN THEATERS. A MOMENT OF WANTED OR NOT SO WANTED GUESTS. FIRST THERE ARE CRIES AND TEARS, THEN LIFE AND JOY. ALL THIS LEADS TO SEEMED NEVER-ENDING LOSSES.
OR TO THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF RECOLLECTION. YOU NEVER LIVED, NEVER DIED. WARM TONES, RAINY DAY, EVENING COMES CLOSER. COVERS THE SKY WITH DARK VELVET. YOU ARE THE FORBIDDEN. YOU ARE THE MYSTERY. ALL THE LUCKY STARS YOU ARE.
THE ONES THAT ARE BORN AND THOSE THAT EXPLODE IN NONEXISTENT SPHERES OF YOUR INFLUENCE. STARTED AS A JOKE, ENDED UP AS A SILLY IMITATION OF TRAGEDY. NOTHING DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED THROUGH AND BY THE PROCESS OF MEANINGLESS EXISTENCE AS A PRIMITIVE BEAST.
STAY IN YOUR DARKNESS, IN YOUR BONE-CRUSHING SILENCE. LOOK IN THE WINDOWS, LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOWS. REMEMBER, RECOGNIZE. PUT AN EFFORT INTO FORGETTING EVERYTHING YOU KNEW. FOR YOU KNOW NOTHING AND NEVER KNEW ANYTHING.
ANY TOPIC TO YOU IS UNKNOWN AND INACCESSIBLE. INFORMATION OF THE LOWEST MEANS NOTHING, PROVIDES NOTHING. SNAKES ARE SWIRLING IN CIRCLES AROUND YOUR FEET. THE SLAVE AND THE MASTER YOU ARE. STAND AND HOLD YOUR BODY, ENDURE THE WEAKNESS, OBTAIN THE POWER AFTER.
OR FALL FOREVER. BRAVE ARE THOSE WHO HAVE NEVER POSSESSED ANYTHING. NEVER OWNED ANYTHING. NEVER ACHIEVED ANYTHING. NEVER EVOLVED, NEVER DEVELOPED. YOU ARE MY VIOLET SUN.
A RAVEN SCREAMS. A RAVEN LOOKS AT MY SHADOW. IT SEEKS A PLACE TO HIDE ITS MIRACLES. FOR THE SAKE OF THEIR RECOLLECTION AFTERWARDS. FOR THE SAKE OF FORGETTING EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM. BURIED ALL THE BONES. ALL THE TREASURES WERE DE-TREASURIZED. LIFELESS AND POINTLESS, THE MIRACLES ARE WORTHLESS.
SOMEDAY YOU WILL RECOGNIZE MY VOICE AND THOUGHT AGAIN. TAKE A LOOK AT THOSE NOW DEAD FANTASIES, WISE THOUGHTS AND HEART MELTING SPEECHES. NOW THERE ARE ONLY LEECHES BEHIND YOUR BODIES. THEIR ATTITUDE IS KNOWN. LIFE AND JOY I FIND IN MYSELF, MY ART, MY THOUGHT, MY CREATION.
AND IF MY DESIRES WILL NEVER BE FULFILLED ON THE PLAYING FIELD, NOT EVEN A TEAR WILL I SHED. WILL NOT BE SADDENED. WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY MY OWN UNCOUNTABLE FAILURES. NOWHERE TO MOVE, NOWHERE TO HIDE. NOTHING TO LOVE, NOTHING TO BETRAY. FOR I OWN NOTHING BUT MYSELF.
THE ONLY THING I KNOW CANNOT BE SEEN, CANNOT BE TOUCHED, CANNOT BE ENSLAVED. THE VOICE, THE BOOK I AM. THE SADDENED PART OF EXISTENCE ITSELF. OBSERVING MYSELF THROUGH ALL THE ANGLES. WHAT COMES NEXT. WHAT COMES AFTER. NAKED TREES, NAKED SOULS. HANGED DOWN, LIKE THOSE SADDENED TREES I NOTICE.
FEELING THE UNIVERSE FALLING APART, SPLINTERED, DECAPITATED. ITS BLEEDING HEART CANNOT BE HEALED. SO IS MINE. AWARE OF ALL YOUR VICES, THREATS, AND VIOLENT ACTS. YOUR PROVIDENCE IS FALSE. YOUR LIES ARE OF THE LOWEST QUALITY. IDENTICAL TO THE UNIVERSE IN WHICH YOU SPREAD AND BURY THEM. SUNSET AFTER SUNSET, SUNRISE AFTER SUNRISE.
THE FADED GLORY OF ONCE MEANINGFUL THINGS UNDESCRIBABLE. THE STORM AND THE NEEDLE THAT PIERCED THE SKY. ALL ITS VEINS, ARTERIES. I CANNOT FORCE, CANNOT COMMAND. PLASTIC AND DEVALUATION. THE SMELL OF BANDAGES AND METAL ELEMENTS.
DINOYA 11/11/22
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