It is light in here, morning sun some voices on the news,talking about some war, diplomatic facts, money and dead people all around location where I am.
I bought something, nothing so much important but with a cigarette in my hand and a energy drink standing alone, just watching like a mad man in the distance thinking about something to occupy my mind.
Big dreams grwon bigger then life, down here in front of pc writing down vanishing words abut you, about me about certain things and somehaw about nothing in particular just a peculiar habits here in this rural area of balkans some bondage in mixt fellings betwen some pigs and their entire growth on muscular phase. Their adapative sence about nature taht it always ahaping around pasing time. Pigs and the funny looks of their face when you change the fresh staw and then some grains and water, they are playng like children on their one like children trced into something… hm, you feel this hm, society from our days… but something is had to turn, to change in the future distance a roar of time itself… We are here, just be!
Time, piece of it scatterd all around an empty room, close in gaps like twilight… Future afterglow, speed, some broken knoldge about some old forsaken feelings, just becoming like a soup boiling in a orfphanage place …. killing some mosquito with bear heands far, far but so close to our goal.
I enter, say something and then grab a fork and then open a can with some food, mushrums and some rice mixed with some pork meat… grab a good hold from a wwine bootle coold like ice… We are there, hm we are expeld like a broken teth from normal activity like human civilian, we overthink and we haddto choose life itself or dead end, we are the rest is history!
We like winter, thery much… why? It is writen in our blood in the the thing called adn… we love it but when winter past and march with his flowers and bees and then the display of things that become in a another thing… called love that is the power flower – love.
It is the moring of first march, wake up from a nightmare dream, wokend but still there staring at you with a glimpse of future mememories given no fuck just pressing on like nevernding tide till the unamed feeling is almost gone.
Join in, have a sip of this butifull nature, put a recorder on from the time we wore so happy I could die.
It is hard times here in winter time, in this small village because of the winter snow and after that the temperature thery low about minus 15 grade Celsius. Hm, I feed the pigs given more attention to theyre regulary feed them and the strwas to be more than usually… the chicken and yes the tiny dog need my atention, but we surrvived it. Now the atmosfere looks like a bliss, a powerful sun and 4 grade celsius, it is normal almost tempreture of this february… usualy the farmers here go to fields and plant potatoes… some of them aready did that, but hm, neverind no comment.
I like winter, in the past I really heate the Hush condition and the freezing temperature but today situation changed in another perspective, I grew old so odds are in favour of winter, let it be winter…
We are struggling with a war at the borders almost… but life is taking a path that will succed, tough but steady like a surviving game on the display… I will join this gazing hoping big with the eyes wide open.
I was here, the polar vortex had his way with us inhabitans of tiny world called earth. We seking somthing called peace but we getting in the war for the sake of it: the peace. It should e free but it has a cost that is pricy.
Today I just stood at the shop, siping some wonderfull liquid and a coffee after a while… I had time, I had after that some time to do somthing and then something is crossig my mind: if that wold happen what shall do, what we shall do…
Now we getting to somthing, somehaw the snow has come here in the forgotten place far, far from harm and thery safe for making children, the planet of love. We are 8 bilion inhabitans thery alive and kicking.
Me and you standing here in this tiny window called winter, with frezing temperature that stand against the heat of summer… I have made some fire in my room to rise the tempreture… I stand alone in this room having a woderfull timewatching the memories of universis that lay ahead.
I want a coffee but I am not that desperate though I have 2,5 litres of coke… come along and just enter do not knock on thront door, you are invited and welcome to stay till forever…
Come along into my world, step into my space have a coke iced like neverseen before, have it on your way but please just enter my life, I have what it takes… trust me on this.
You know that feelin unkonwn before evean as we speak, I am in my 40′ so every emotion has fulffield her will but I am there just like shark feeling his pray from close quarters…. just stargazing for another feeling that never touch my soul, I like virgin experiences that brings shivers down my spine, seeking for adventure like a new born…
I have some time, I’am good at doing stuff in old fashion way and yes time is on my side, don’t ask why just aknolge.
I had my coffee in the nearest shop, smoke my twoo only cigarettes and with the bread bought fom there I was on my way to eaat the cheampion breakfast some eggs and some potatos that looks like French fries… Today I forget about the tea with some old fashion margarina spred on bread a delicates from iron courtain countrys. After a while I forget to take a pack of cigaretts and seven day croissant… hm. I always remeber stuff, but today I realise that the time is thery important for a human beeing… evolving whitout time is a waste of good energy…
Make me happy, bring joy to my life and send me your kisses wild and free I will preserve them in a book to your name…
