Across the Blue Horizon

Still Life.

My eyes went blank.

I was lost...

Out into the edge
of my brokenness.

My thoughts, wandered...

Deep into the forest
of our darkest lives.

My heart, trapped...

Within these castle walls
built from hatred and lies.

My body, drowned...

Drenched from those winter tears
cascading down the hills.

And my soul, drifted...

Far beyond the horizon
of vast emptiness.

I woke up surrounded by roses.
My lips are sealed.
My hands are all tied.

The moonlight caressed my face
as it dawned on me.

I finally realize,
I am breathing but not living.

A/N:

i have seen several french arthouse films these past few days.. it's quite therapeutic, if i might say..

hearing fanny ardant utter such soft spoken dialogues seemed to have calm my ill-tempered nerves for quite some time...

although, it's a bit odd to realize that i have found some comfort from those icy blank stares i often see from isabelle huppert..

and that catherine deneuve's mysterious aura seemed to have drawn me to question about several things i knew (and thought i know) about life.. .

the roles they have played had me thinking about the human persona. the emotions and psychoses.. on women about what and how they wanted to live life versus on how the society expect them be... about the fantasies and realities each one has dreamed of and has to live with.. .

anyways.. i hope you like the poem i wrote above.. looking forward to have your thoughts about it.. please enlighten me about how you felt..

i don't know if my updates still appear on your notifs so i guess i'll just tagged you all...

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