Design - Surrealism - Photography
Students of Audiovisual Communication and Interactive Media
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Waiting for rain
Waiting for rain
The days evaporate.
I can’t prevent their departure.
Up they rise to form grey clouds of memory,
casting dark tones upon my narrow world.
I’ve tried to grasp the days as they take flight
but they are birds with barbed wings that can’t be held.
Yet they hold me, with ferocity.
They are fiction.
A prisoner to fiction and shadows is what I have become.
Beyond my perimeter is light.
To look upon it is to overfill the tiny wells of my pupils.
Starved so long, they don’t have the capacity for your luminance.
It flows back out and renders me blind.
Spilled and wasted, absorbed into cracked earth.
The land is dry and the light knows no mercy.
I’m waiting for the rain.
Come, and drown me in the applause of your thousand wet fingers.
Come, so the walls that confine me have a reason.
Come, and wash away my voice that I may never contend its feebleness again.
Come, bring back the days.
Come, and erase me.
Completely.
That I may finally exist.
(Incomplete draft)
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Until the last breath!
Until the last breath!
was the thought that ran through his mind.
While he was falling down from the sky.
Everything seemed so quiet, so beautiful.
The air blowing around, softly,
While, he could listen to a requiem in the distance
where, each word has lost every single meaning,
just to try to tell him, that, everything’s not lost
from a place that only they know,
in the infinity. Where melodies are lost over time.
As he was falling, everything felt lighter, without that ‘weight of being’ in those eternal seconds,
watching as life passes quickly through the eyes.
ever, knew fear, sadness, joys, disappointments and love.
expecting quietly, the last breath.
That will give him a new birth, after a deep sleep
A kind of sleep, that, nobody can get back so easily,
A sleep that could change everything in a heartbeat
A sleep. where you’d like to stay, even if you want
to be back, just to see as you were.
in a time, when he left his soul
without a reason to exist,
just to try to find out again
the place where soul meets body.
To give him his last breath.
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It’s hard to sleep when deep down you’re hurting and nobody has a clue. You know it’s hard to sleep because you’re up thinking about what could’ve happened, what would’ve happened, and why things didn’t happen. You know it’s hard to sleep when your heart aches so bad that you’re willing to love that person through all the trouble and pain whether they’re aware of what you’re going through or not. And most of all, you know it’s hard to sleep because you’re wondering just when you’ll be okay again.
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