Free she/me

The glittering colors blinked inside the cups, nothing else to say. A glance to the white canvas what would become our battleground and graveyard of the past we didn't care. A rythm of trance and wine skirmished our skin and the melancholic scream to extrude our thoughts was declared. Its soft and red its cold and warm the alcohol has made its step on our chest. A rain of paint started in the room. Contention, immersion, melancholy, sadness, expression, nothingness, silence, dance, guilt... splat splat! we killed Ernest! and all its friends and foes!

While the merchants on the docks, with their pleasant voice and the clinging sound of the ships inviting adventures to the north. The story of a purposeless samurai who was sentenced to die with a bamboo under his belly, dishonored or honored by its past, it didn't really matter. The breeze that comes from nowhere and the birds under the bridge.

Suddenly her breath was deep and close to mine. Nowhere to go but the cold, the smoke flew away, the white was here. Her blonde rain drops all covered with it and the switches of thought to be silenced, impersonal, intimate, a dance like no other, no beginnings no ends me immersed on her sight, a real look like that one is not passing you through... oh it was a long time ago.

As I approached to the corner of the oblivion, myself purged from memories themselves, pretensions and exclusions of the soul, unbound and free, scared to see, pleased to be. Her voice struck me with my name.

Free just she & me.