The obscured was about to fall from heaven…
While quietly observing every delicate flower losing its precious dream to the tragically inevitable death – from its ambitious piercing of the anhydrous till sappily renouncing against the disgraceful reality - I was glimmering from afar, staring down the grotesque abyss unfolding ahead with my light shivering upon the perfect obscurity all around, just as a heavy silence, otherwise gently cuddling the immensity of given space, recklessly muted my every stupid thought ever intended to ask for a comforting reason. The melting sky, bended heavily under the stench of human indifference and their presumed innocence, magnetically accentuated the daily abandonment within bright purple scents of failure, while the sun, stumbling down in its own resoluteness, erased its presence from the scenery, loudly pounding its disapproval against the imposing night.
Gathered safely among harmonic clouds, all deities, sprawling exhausted beyond anything conceivable, cried their despair through a rarefied atmosphere that felt like bare feet sunk into sallowest shore of contemplation, not for sorrowful regrets of an outlived past but for the futility of their divine vocation, while, shimmering within the tide of their tears, thunders were bled upon a constantly depraving existence. Answers rose, from aquatic mysteries to highest wonders of unconditional beliefs, neglecting all chalk-like arrows drew across the firmament by coward escapists just as a complete silence conquered each and any useless word. Instants froze their desires in midair as the universe, while dismantling every emotion shaped as an impartial star, invaded my melancholic eagerness with stifling sounds resembling migrating hordes of antagonizing lies. And while dangling between former uncertainties and a secluded could be, hopefully I poured a selfless healing light into her self-consciousness darkness so she could notice me amongst all options, as her prurience approached, at an infinite speed, with a blazingly wagging tail of passionate embers leaving all other stars to confusingly rest in flaming tales.
“Let down your armor, my dear, you don’t need it anymore. Let’s wander the nothingness together” a single frothily thought bridled her surd enthusiasm, right before the imminent after…
Youthfully she clung her endless longing onto my fingers as we went spinning wildly through graceful changes of all things remaining and, while mourning the lasting winter in her eyes for I couldn’t find a reason as to why the poor trees cloth their weakness with green-spotted trembling leafs, her sweaty palms, chained to a wall of inner restrains, felt like a moisty summer breeze fondling a suicidal lover raptly sitting on the erring edge of falling. Smilingly and willingly we drifted out of bounded chronic reverie with a single thought, of finding someone to blame for all iniquities, blustering within barren eyes for it was impossible to understand or to resignedly accept all meddling horrors, while violent flavors of all sorts - from blooming honeysuckle or freshly squeezed, under the weight of the world, leafy hyssop to flapping wings of restless hummingbirds or dusty shadows of roaming elephants - crawled in-between our lips like Mephistophelian reptiles upon crystal-clear shards of dashed promises, right before a long-awaited ardent kiss amazed a witless moral entirety as we fucked-up that purblind sense of decency and, briefly, time itself reconsidered its passing purpose.
Witnessing our faithfully depicted idolization for all things beautiful, galaxies collided awkwardly, baffling gods themselves, just as the earth, for an infinite second, ignored its rotation to regain its breath and a giant ball of fire, that could have been a sun for some, settled the scenery within powerful hues of a wiser anew, enlightening the horizon as the sky filled our lungs with a painfully screamed delusion, instantly awakening the abounding night from its numbness to hatefully remind us that stars were never meant to be together. Floating within a same tangled tear, a sudden undertow of inexplicable fear – fear of being completely adored – rushing through mingled veins, from a traceable delightful halo to the bottom of a pulsating core, devoured this accidental incident down to a distant suffering as we died poetically, with nothing to lose but this wonderfulness, just as all enshrined flowers of ours scattered their ashes within our saddened eyes.
Eventually, every star falls from heaven...
Photo: Constanta, 2009
Story: Bucharest, 2015