I feel somehow purified. I feel the fire, ice, wind, sun on it, between my legs. River flow, the sun scorches, and I'm still in the shadow of the smallest color of grass that grows in the middle of hot desert. The sound of wind gets me drunk, his touch is bothering my senses . Getting lost in the endless blue sky. Clouds caress me, cool down my hot cheeks, while the fire in the body, permeates and consumes me. Feeling of closeness, distance, echoes in my body. I have no body, no form. Just senses, aspiration and a sense of love. Silent screams of hot tidal wave makes sound in my eyes. The air takes me, the sun penetrate in me. Trees, yet it grew, flourished in my groin, while a flurry of rain overflowing from my womb down to the forest . Buds of just planted flowers, fondle me while I sleep. The country embraced me and warms with their sharpness. Mist comes out of nowhere, and covers my naked body, my soul. Eagle, which sprouts high in the clouds, rears up and land on my mouth. Feeling cold blade beak me permeates the whole body. Scream, but not scream. No me. Only desert with waterfalls and forests. Just me and my other self.
Listening to: Pink - Catch 22