Sounds of life, social laughs, grunts of disappointment, annoying remarks.
There he is succumbed by his own eye flickering. Sounds of life swirl into his ears drums as they puncture his senses. Overload.
He ignores the pain as yellow discharge swooshes out of his ears in an attempt to deal with the laughter.
Sights of life, kids dancing, couples kissing, family talking.
Beauty. He embraces it. He loves it yet the pumping blood in his body freezes his movement. He is frozen in time wanting to dance with laughter yet he is glued down.
He speaks in tongues, he has on his mask of delight.
Neighbors will never know the anxiety displayed in every cell of his body.
In the midst of Water Lillies and Fairies, lay a tender heart, her heart, his heart, pumping hearts of life and death….
Breath can stop,
The mind can falter,
Lunacy can fall on
As Water Lillies and Fairies flow through the sparkled night,
oblivious of night skies of death.
Stone sober, she can eminate the liking of his faltered soul, or can she?
Idea-driven is she, punching, screeming vocals of feminist rock, until the last flickering light dims,
Can you go crazy while staying sane? Can we stay sane while going mad? In our bleak world, this is the visual she allows as she rocks those vocals toward every fuck in the world,
Erect, full of laughter, she picks a Water Lilly and hands it to every dead body as she smiles at each living Fairy,
Fairies exist and so does death, Water Lillies breath as do we, life emanates as much as we choose,
Choose well my fair weathered friend…
Picture taken from “fairiesandfantasy.com”