woensdag 27 april 2011

Drop Your Hands, Before They Get Cold

I'm walking through her forest again, waiting for something to clear this mess up. My body is no longer human, but shaped like an elephant, huge, and destructive, and my paws create foggy clouds of yellowish dust every time they pound the ground. Every helpless little one of the creatures she used to call memories, are destroyed at the moment they fail to escape my destructive footsteps.

The forest is old, as my grey eyes can see, but yet it smells so fresh, and the leaves are filled with the green colour of life. As I approach one of those juicy leaves, the tunes of those long forgotten fill my ears, and my heart with joy. The wolves are here, ready to eat me up, spit me out and bring me back to place I love most: Musical heaven..

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