The goddess caresses my soul… she plucks the chords that travel in soul space and share these vibrations I feel right now.
These vibrations are an artsy high. Do you ever get there?
A gypsy. With his harem pants, his lyre and his starry eyes.
No shirt so the winds caress his being.
Nature is for us all.
He sits on that hill that overlooks the city.
The air around him is cool. It’s water. It’s sea. It’s peace.
Breathe slowly. Breeze.
The sky is the language of colours.
Violet speaks. Yellow laughs. Pink weeps.
White runs wild and free.
These children of gloom and glee.
Silence and lyre and sad, happy words.
He sings of love and living.
Of pain and living.
Let the wind dance.
Let the colours be.
If often, you find yourself beside me, you’d know what I mean.
This is the place where we’re truly alive.
I soak in these emotions that pulse through me in overwhelming waves and waves.
Usually, I just smile and close my eyes.
I live for these times.
Maybe she just hurt me.
Maybe it’s been a tough day.
Maybe money just found me.
I’d come here on this hill.
Or listen to others play.
And the art of it, I’d be soaked in it. For the heck of it.
Inspired by heavy doses of The Weeknd, Lupe and Bon Iver. And by you. PyroKinetic.