Talking to the most precious thing to me. I think about the todays' evening. I was in a garden. Had gone there because the weather was good. The clouds had gathered. Ready to bring sweat to this humid earth. But they didn't. I was gazing up at the sky. Like an eagle of land searching for prey in air. Ready to pounce. Wrinkles grew at the corners of my eyes. I got up from the bench on which i was sitting and didn't move from there. I was smiling. My eyes were shining. As if stars had dawned in the night to beg for rain. Why did I need rain? Did I want to bathe? Nah. I feel alive. It was as if I was the one whose orders clouds were waiting for.
The precious was on the fone. I can relate to all the arrogance and pride built up inside me. A tension was building up. Like a spring. Ready to propell me into air. Haha. I could literally feel everything. Everything. Clouds at my mercy, eh? Or was it the other way around? I started thinking about the way I walk. No fuckin care. All me. Am I careless? Maybe. No. I am responsible. I am fuckin arrogant. Full of pride. Proud of what? At being so selfish. I love taking care of myself. I think about the lines on my body. Leaves were moving. Wind was blowing. I started wondering about the air getting trapped inside the lines. I made that air special. Just because it touched me. I am a baby laughing at the world. I am happy. I am violent. I looked at the clouds from the corners of my eyes and I winked. Like a small kid planning to tease a girl. I shout from inside, "Some other day perhaps".
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