Friday, 19 December 2008

Emergency.

The autumn sun has made the trees look old and sad. They seem to be good natured. The old trees are carefully watching me as I make my way between them, winding. I hear, every few seconds, the song of a bird that is lodging in the branches of the kindly and sad trees up above. I am not self centered.

Every sunday now this routine. No holidays or workdays, just a simple little sunday stroll with no one else. The main thing to do is to just have a lovely relax. Just let yourself sweetly relax and feel like a little piece of dew on a flower.

There is no trouble going on. There is no city and no people and nothing at all that I don't like. Quiet and alone and full of thoughts. There is no Gok Wan going mad around here. There are no phone in competitions. Is this a death? I think I can feel a hearbeat but it might not be mine.

I am going to carry on thinking about whether I might be dead.

3 comments:

xtx said...

this was very serene and quiet. i liked it

Socrates Adams-Florou said...

thanks - i love being serene

Eli Regan said...

pure magic

esp

'I am not being self centred'

ha

i've always admired and loved the earnest way writers like baldwin wrote about beauty. but also i like the way zadie smith writes about beauty in a piss - taking way. while you're neither of these, it's a perfect bite size version of smith's acerbic life takes.

or i laughed (short version)

ps the word verification is 'latormen' in spanish la tormenta means the storm.