The car with no lights

i was driving a car
a car with no lights
i was driving a car
down a winding road
on a dark and moonless night
i was driving a car
drunk and sober at once
i couldnt see the door
for darkness it was all
i was driving a car
i dint know where i was going
i couldnt see the road
neither the road me
i am still driving

The girl with big eyes

she sat with her hair let open, hands gripping her ankles. eyes staring straight into mine.
i felt something i have never yet felt. I wanted a camera, for i never should forget the image.
yet no camera can capture a feeling, a thought, the magic that she created.
the place: an indescribable corner of her heart. she took my hand and walked me through. bold and free as an eagle, we saw the world; small and from afar. from a dark place to unimaginable brightnes, her flapping wings took me. i felt a tingle in the small of my back; as the world looked smaller and smaller - the air thinner, the light brighter; but her strength filled me, strength of happiness, strength of our existence, as we did exist; momentary.

Moments Momentary

for memories that werent just memories
even if it were just for those precious moments
none to tolerate the rest of the world
for it was around us it rotated

for it flew past, in squirts, with cruel generosity
yet moments seemed etched in stone
stretched to eternity, moments momentary
for it was around us it rotated

for time started here, stopped there
yet threads of time interwined
upside down, twisted, inside out,
for it was around us it rotated

for those metamorphic images
even as time runs by
remain. Gripping.
for it was around us it rotated