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The grass is green

 

In There the grass is still wet and green I can feel it under my skin everywhere I go there is no end and dreams come trees and smoothly slippering in your sleeping sleep between the bending sights of you.

Intuitia ne a cotropit pe toti, acceeasi. Despre greutate si temperatura corpului. Meu.

 

She the furry black cat is now lost in the garden. She's climbing the trees and cut her nails she's climbing the fence to smell the life there are bricks coming up from above. She is stepping softly on the edge of a knife, it is from a silver one and sharp. In this difficult inner landscape you can drown easily passing by. The furry black cat gets lost in the garden. She will never go on the other side again. The garden transforms.

 

Cineva urla canta in camera alaturata din mijlocul strazii. I feel like I am surrounded by millions of trillions of pair of eyes that are staring at me and the stars on one sky. Getting lost in nobody's dreaming about nothing. There is air everywhere.

 

The cat swallows it in small slices.

 

Why do I have such a resistance for that things that are doing good to me?

Being kind to myself. Washing my hands several time a day.

Now I can see the lake sitting on the sofa in my living room. Who drop that little black stone near my hanging leg while watching the thai movie with the mysterious object. It just flied to me and dropped by near.

Your flesh it s harder on your thighs. Yes, it s all about how the thoughts are running through the body. They are sharper now perhaps. I can hold there you'll feel safe and the smell. Between my thighs

There is magic around the number of numbers of the water glasses that you could drink for.

 

Longing for that stone that dropped in the middle of my living room was I in.

 

Nu. It’s much more interesting when it does not happening.  Tell me where you go so I will not come. Tell me that you like me so I can avoid you. Tell me what you dislike so I can hang. Disappear into my thoughts.  As long as you keep the distance and you do not match into my expectations or disappointments which is pretty much the same will be hunting my conscient and incontinent intuition and imagination. Only what you imagine could be true. As true as the reality cannot be. Reality is very untrue. Because you can not believe it is happening. That’s why. And you escape the experience by living it. By living in it. Staying away and just prepare it you give room to happen.

 

There is life under my skin.