Silver is the most deceiving being ever. Walking on its frozen but shallow surface, I have broken the ice of my concept and I am drowning in coldness. Nothing else can be done. Not even the mightiness of the silver glass brings the desired fulfilment. Not even the silver dust mixed in the glass of silver did not bring all the answers. For what is left, before the silver bullet of forwardness through cessation, is the real silver dust. And the real silver sharpness flowing like a knife in your veins for accomplishing its mission of silver. Of pouring the silver in your red. Temporary ongoing cessation. Too much winning brings too much joy. And there is no more pain. Just the eternal greedy challenge of pushing the limits. The silver is flowing now in my red. And the cold and the black are coming to life in their inexistence. The black is back. Silver tainted red brings the black. No more pain. Just happiness. And enforced happiness. The silver of the cloudy sky is the reflection of your materialized frozenness. Or the silver tainted red is blurring my mirror of shades through which I see you. More silver. More blurring. Cessation. (©OAS2014) https://youtube/watch?v=pAgnJDJN4VA
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 20:31:32 +0000
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