turned away into a thousand dreams
found out what they mean
cradled by night, i'm listening to opeth. mikael's voice makes me calm and safe, harmonic and trustful. quiet.
thinking about home. the real one.
took this picture two weeks ago in my hometown. st. joseph's cemetery. a place i use to visit way too often when i'm back there. i love it, i'm addicted. it's completely destroyed and neglected, dumped, almost forgotten. i feel so well there. peacefully. i could by no effort fall asleep on this soft, green ground between graves.
somehow, i managed to capture this atmosphere in the photo. by chance, probably.
the cemetery was all covered with shivering, blue flowers and vivid colours of newly awaken spring. this friction between glaring aprilness and reflexive ambience of the place made me feel as if i was sliding between two words, two states of consciousness and experience.
time stopped.
the air was moving in a different way.
my eyelids fell.
low, down to my heart, down to my feet.
thinking about home. the real one.
took this picture two weeks ago in my hometown. st. joseph's cemetery. a place i use to visit way too often when i'm back there. i love it, i'm addicted. it's completely destroyed and neglected, dumped, almost forgotten. i feel so well there. peacefully. i could by no effort fall asleep on this soft, green ground between graves.
somehow, i managed to capture this atmosphere in the photo. by chance, probably.
the cemetery was all covered with shivering, blue flowers and vivid colours of newly awaken spring. this friction between glaring aprilness and reflexive ambience of the place made me feel as if i was sliding between two words, two states of consciousness and experience.
time stopped.
the air was moving in a different way.
my eyelids fell.
low, down to my heart, down to my feet.
Heh...one of this few places in town, which has some kind of magic. Seems to be more alive than those places populated by living ones. At night it looks like a really good place to rest.
ReplyDeleteInto the dark there are eyelids closing
Buried alive in the shifting sands