eadwer

fair ground

i seem to remember someone telling me i was perfect long after my mother ever did. that time now seems so distant, so far gone, on the night the fair came to our midst.

fields of smiling faces, the frenzy of neon lighting, the smell of boredom burning and deeply penetrating the flesh. like children more and more insane, not recalling home, not feeling any shame.

i fell in love with that night, a new dawn and its sunlight. it easily filled my heart, i now know, so much it would probably overflow.

barren soil since ancient quarrels, no one cared to see it spoiled.overnight, soaring noise, joy and fun, corks popping out of gunbarrells, on that poor deserted ground where once there was no sound.

a butterfly that would never be, not even a cocoon in its mind, forever stopped in time, how i wished that was me.
riding through the air, floating on its shoulders, looking straight at her glow, whose shiny eyes could not compare. that song that reached below, not in my heart, but in hers.

i love him, she thought. i love her, he felt.

no wonder time stopped, his mind intoxicated with life, never wanting to go back, having found where he wanted to be.

the day came and ended the folly, everyone left, the desert remained, a year after it all begun. a night which lasted a lovetime - that, he knew, as real as it did seem could only be result of a lucid dream

as sad as it was, it gave him confidence, it would only be the question of searching what once had felt so impossible. once again those shiny eyes would glow and the dream would last forever.

i seem to remember me saying we were perfect and until a little while ago in that i still believe.

i always knew i was a fool

but they're only sleeping. for them it's just a dream