Drawings of Her. The Art Gallery of Memories.

Drawings of Her. The Art Gallery of Memories.


Everything is set.

You and I in a room.

Some music playing.
Not too loud.
Not too low.

Got a candle burning.
Not only for the sweet scent.
But for the light to dance on the walls.

I lay you beside me.
My eyes are focused.
My lips are sealed.
And my hand journey begins.
Slowly starting on moving your hair to the side.
Making your neck and ear accessible.
And your perfume rises into the air.

Placing my hand on your cheek I start moving my fingers carefully
On all the lines,
Carving all the details on my mind,

Hmm

The softness of your lips.
The brightness of your eyes,
All the little bumps on your birth marks,

Gosh

You feel so beautiful.

You look at me
And you don't need to speak.
I know I'm a weirdo
But I also know that you care for me
And that warms my heart.

I kiss your nose
You smile
And my fingers slowly slide along them
Recording the shape of it.

Around the ears they go
And down the side of the neck.
I can't resist to bite it.
Just a little.

Your clothes won't stay on you for much long
And there are some memories that I'll never share.

I shall forever keep these paitings and sculptures of you in my memories.
Until the day I can touch you again.
And again work on these beautiful master pieces of you next to me.

May time never break us appart.

CM

Life On Standby

Life on stand by...

How many times do I find myself lost in thoughts?

Wandering the endless sea on my mind, questioning everithing and everione.

And when I can't find myself I'm probably drifting away,

Sinking deeper and deeper into this gooey gray matter,

That looks like it was overcooked.

Everything seems so meaningless with low prospectives.

I know I'm working and I'm saving money but it feels so empty.

Startinga new life from scratch is exhausting.

Missing everione and everything I left behind is exhausting.

And I thing that my exhaust is also exhausted, because i feel my life running by so fast,

As if it's getting drained and I just stand by watching and taking notes.

It feels like a parallel universe where getting lost is so easy

And finding my way back nearly impossible.

CM

Fucking Hell and Loyal Roots

Fucking Hell,
I can't rest, I can't close my eyes without feeling that something is missing.
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
Who's coming with me?
Walking in the darkness, not being able to dream, it's just like someone shut off the lights and took my dreams away.
Taking it day by day, seeking refugee in my thoughts.
But where are they?
Can I create new ones?
How real will they be?
How long until they vanish?
There is no way out. Or at least that's how i feel.
Every few steps i fell my self stumble into greater deepness, where there is still no light, but the pressure on my shoulders increases.
How much more weight can i take?
What will give up first?
My legs?
My shoulders?
Or my mind?

It's a cold Hell,
There's no pointy horned beast yelling orders and punishing me for my sins.
I'm left alone with myself and I,
Battling mind games.
Instead of punches we exchange thoughts at incredible speed and strenght.
It wont bruise your flesh but they will scar your soul.
Day by day, slowly going straight on this path that I chose.
I've just started this journey and yet it feels like I'm falling so far from everithing.
I don't know where I'm going.
But going back is not an option.
I shall make this Hell feel like home.
Rise and Rise again,
Be reborn,
Be stronger each time
But never forget who you are or where you come from no matter how dar and heavy it gets.
Even if you can't go back!

Roots

CM