*The soul lost his body, after going into the cave
and discovering everything. In the middle of traffic its
body fell but its soul didn't, and the soul dubbed cloaks
and masks because it could still wear those, and because it was
afraid, it didn't know what had happened.
Researchers took what the soul had found- a vile of a
mystery substance and something else, which was
dropped and lost in the mud. they called the substance
magic.
A researcher found proof of actual angels so he took
a few people in to experience it. Put a drop of magic
on their tongues and turned off the lights- (3 people,
he had brought) and had them take pictures of an old
slideshow going through photographs of faces and
silhouettes so fast you couldn't even see them. The
film was old cinema.
The first person's pictures were blurry, but
showed white blurs behind people's backs, in
the shape of wings.
My photos were of precise
and clear faces, the same white blur behind
their heads. (The face of the man the most important,
stands out as dearest in my head.)
The third person's photos were supposed to be
the best, but they were lost in the same mud,
with a cat pawing them in.*
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
*The soul lost his body, after going into the cave
and discovering everything. In the middle of traffic its
body fell but its soul didn't, and the soul dubbed cloaks
and masks because it could still wear those, and because it was
afraid, it didn't know what had happened.
Researchers took what the soul had found- a vile of a
mystery substance and something else, which was
dropped and lost in the mud. they called the substance
magic.
A researcher found proof of actual angels so he took
a few people in to experience it. Put a drop of magic
on their tongues and turned off the lights- (3 people,
he had brought) and had them take pictures of an old
slideshow going through photographs of faces and
silhouettes so fast you couldn't even see them. The
film was old cinema.
The first person's pictures were blurry, but
showed white blurs behind people's backs, in
the shape of wings.
My photos were of precise
and clear faces, the same white blur behind
their heads. (The face of the man the most important,
stands out as dearest in my head.)
The third person's photos were supposed to be
the best, but they were lost in the same mud,
with a cat pawing them in.*
A dream I had.
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