Literary escapades

                    Rain is descending in a slow motion, twisting and rescaling the time frame.  Straight lines tilt and subside into the ground.  Sky and earth connected with resizable water strings are playing whispering tune, distracted only by the murmuring tires of passing cars.  Lights sliding from the slippery surface of the road disappear into the dark.  Just a touch of spring, a whiff, raising waves within, waking up sleeping ghosts, rattling windows with gusts of moist wind, uncovering new hopes under the dead leaves of time. Tired eyelids are trembling, still reactant to let the world in, shielded with torn dreams melting away layer after layer.

World is walking on the edge of an abyss, knowingly or not, sliding inch after inch, stumbling or dancing away attention glued to irrelevant, giant force consuming from within. I still want to see what it used to be, before the distorted reality took over and mangled the past. I wish I could bring back the best and discard the worst. It's painful to watch people leave, sit at the back and wait for another incarnation to happen. The world is more foreign every day, just a distant speck on a dark sky. There's no home. Just a temporary shelter to catch breath in and keep going, until the road ends and carnivorous abyss eats the last in a hungry frenzy. When blind lead the blind, the only beacon is your consciousness that won't let you dream in times of darkness, however colorfully dressed to disguise the hollow shell.

Taking an early morning or evening train may plunge you suddenly into another dimension. The world is too blurry for sleepy eyes and things are happening.   All the little stations that few trains ever stop at during the day and that seem to grow like mushrooms in early hours are piling up a long obstacle course on the way to your destination.  Rising and falling, they make this pitiful string of coaches arch and climb over with the fussiness and precision of a hungry caterpillar looking for the next dish. Treading very slowly, the train will rock you gently in your seat (rare luxury that you traded your precious time for), yawning at every stop, watching lazily with hidden envy passing expresses, while you are sitting back looking for another way to kill time that is in such desperate shortage but is nevertheless convertible into the relative space and quiet.  Strange thoughts are hovering in the brain prompting immediate response in various forms. Music on the background gi

Giant Moon is glaring from the heavy skies, glamorous and intimidating, with the confidence of a bully toying with your consciousness, sharpening senses like school pencils, stirring dark waters deep down your most inner self in an attempt to dig up some unfortunate memories burred long ago, moving leaves, disturbing the soil, shedding light into a complete darkness. Long shadows and forgotten ghosts come to life, zooming on places in the past with exceptional intensity and there's nowhere to run. The stage is set, all lights are on you, while you're trying to summon all the strength and shreds of sanity to offset the avalanche of emotions pouring over your soaking self. Trembling and alone, up against the whole universe, it's all you ever going to get in the end.

The smell of fire is here There's nowhere to hide or pretend it doesn't exist Dozens of flames are dancing around the globe Seemingly remote and lacking immediate significance to those at a distance The ones in the middle of the inferno scream and fight, crying out for help in despair Faces pressed against the glass of indifference Eyes awash with pain of loss Quivering lips Clutching fingers Words can be heard If only we listened weren't sickly used to ignoring the screams, muffle disturbing sound, close eyes and minds to nightmares that came to stay All in the insane hope of avoiding similar fate The ground shudders in pain absorbing streaming tears and blood every day hour Choking helplessness prompts the thought: Are we destined to the final realization: 'All hope abandon, ye who enter here...'

When exquisite beauty enters your life it shatters everything around.  You find yourself in front of it mesmerized and lost. The world suddenly falls into shadows. Frozen in your footsteps you search for answers in the strange perfection that came to be from all the improbable lines merging. It only exists for a brief moment  but is branded on your memory long after it's gone. Deliciously bewitching, it clouds the reasoning and pushes aside seemingly irrelevant, taking all the space in your heart and soul.  You fall into a fantasy that feeds and eats at you, splashing fireworks and dragging through the strongest current of emotions you'll ever experience. With stars falling all around, your eyes are fixed on the sky even if you can't move anymore, or wish, or stay. The least of all you'd want to walk away. Beauty is a powerful addiction that follows you around reminding of itself in every stroke, sound or shadow. Nothing is ever going to be the