Initially it was just the beat that got to me... the sounds giving life to colour in my minds eye, pulsing to every bass, height, and rhythm. This beat was the new wave in which my blood pumped through my body.
My head spun as my thoughts started floating in my mind. Nothing I thought had any root cause nor meaning, everything just danced to the colours in my minds eye.
My skin..... bumpy.... all pores stood firmly against every follicle, my blood cooled with every breath. As if my blood became ice water, flooding my veins where life once found a home.... everything just danced to the colours in my minds eye.
My fingers clambered to some sort of hope... slipping....like sands through the hour glass.... nothing to hold strong on.... nothing to grab..... nothing to feed the fire in my soul.....everything just danced to the colours in my minds eye.
My heart took a beating .... never getting a chance to find that remedy to cure its wounds...openings allowing all life to run through the open gates... leaving with no direction nor guide.... dissipating into thin air, with no value to others, but just stains that tends bring out the demons in all....Sucking away all life, all hope.... my heart slows, there is nothing left for it to have a purpose.... everything just danced to the colours in my minds eye.
The known has left the soul battered and wounded.... worn and torn.... the unknown has better chances of winning this dimming light.... placing all emotion into the hands of a mother with no name, no past, no future, no substance.... My soul is safer here.... and everything just danced to the colours in my minds eye.
The words I have heard, for my past years, ALL have amounted to the very air that colds my blood.... the want to believe.... the want to hold on to words with meaning.... the burning desire to hold something....someone.... just a word....each intonation ... each word...each syllable... hacked at the doors and the gates that guarded my already wounded heart......................................................................
The vessel was just that...behind the eyes, there was no thought, no emotion, broken heart, no soul, no want, no hope, no love, no light, no faith..... my every thought just danced.... pulsed... burst.... grooved..... everything just danced to the colours in my minds eye to the sanctum away from the known to the unknown..... to be loved.... to be healed... to be re-charged....
The vessel remains ..... listening to Sweet Nothings playing in the valley below.....
You took my heart and you held it in your mouth
And, with a word all my love came rushing out
And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
[Beat break]
It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause
I've swallow every single word
And
Every whisper, every sigh
Eats away at this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold
I'm living on such sweet nothing
And it's hard to learn
And it's hard to love
When you're giving me such sweet nothing
Sweet nothing, sweet nothing
You're giving me such sweet nothing
[Beat break]
And it's not enough
To tell me that you care
When, we both know the words are empty air
You give me nothing
Uoooh
Uoooh
Uoooh
Nothing
[Beat break]
Uoooh
Uoooh
Uoooh
Sweet Nothing
Uoooh
Uoooh
Uoooh
Sweet Nothing
Calvin Harris Ft. Florence Welch - Sweet Nothings......
Singh......
2 comments:
It is not often I read something that resonates within my own heart as well. Sweet nothings, that we secretly wish to be something's...I have spent half my life examining these sentiments, still searching for answers and reasons....still searching for some semblance of sense. I understand the colours in your mind, there is no end to the palette, no brush stroke that hasn't touched the canvas of your heart, yet from a distance, the canvas remains blank, untouched, as if we had been using invisible paint all the while. Sweet nothings, that carry it's own sound...unheard, untouched, unfelt, unsung....yet we find the strength to o on...surviving, hoping, wanting, seeking, yearning for something to embrace.
Hard to follow Paula's comment but, this was deep and fluid like a great song, but like a good poem really well crafted to personify raw emotions and convey deep feelings..who would of thought you were so Emo?..
But seriously.."hacked at the doors and the gates that guarded my already wounded heart..............................................." <-Strong!!
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