Sep 2014
August, 31th 2014 // 7:47 p.m.
I took a left to route 23 and found myself in your lungs. The phrase "Flowers in my lungs" kind of suited you because for me your bronchioles looked like beautiful bloomed flowers and for a moment I just stood there and stared at the beauty. I continued my journey to the 17th street intersection and there I was, in your bloodstream where all the toxic flowing in you. The toxic, the guilty pleasure I was captivated to. I needed to escape this human form of lethal and being the panicky person I am, without thinking, I took a run right down 10th street and wound up in your heart, where all the magic happens. I discovered myself in your right atrium, an escape I thought. While wheezing, who could blame me? I'm asthmatic, I grabbed your C-shaped cartilage and climbed my way up your trachea just to find myself in your eyes. Oh the beauty of it. The way your iris gets smaller as the sunlight hits you, it's just priceless. The allurement of it made me lost my balance and found myself falling through all the junctions and intersections to your stomach. It was like stepping into a garden. Every step of it was like walking on clouds. After a long walk on those flourishing plants, I hastily look for a vein that could lead me to your mind, in hope that it could be my escape route. At first it was just a careless stroll like a walk in a park just to get to know you but the more chemistry I have with your muscles and bones the fonder I am to it and I simply can't afford to find myself attached to you because that would just be catastrophic! Everything changes the moment I step foot in your mind. Just looking at it makes me stutter. No word, nothing could ever describe the beauty of it. Which makes me wonder, maybe I should stay for awhile. Maybe I should reach out a little, get to know your funny bones and get rid of your dead cells for you. Soon enough I called you home. Something I never called anything nor anyone before.
( w . c )
I took a left to route 23 and found myself in your lungs. The phrase "Flowers in my lungs" kind of suited you because for me your bronchioles looked like beautiful bloomed flowers and for a moment I just stood there and stared at the beauty. I continued my journey to the 17th street intersection and there I was, in your bloodstream where all the toxic flowing in you. The toxic, the guilty pleasure I was captivated to. I needed to escape this human form of lethal and being the panicky person I am, without thinking, I took a run right down 10th street and wound up in your heart, where all the magic happens. I discovered myself in your right atrium, an escape I thought. While wheezing, who could blame me? I'm asthmatic, I grabbed your C-shaped cartilage and climbed my way up your trachea just to find myself in your eyes. Oh the beauty of it. The way your iris gets smaller as the sunlight hits you, it's just priceless. The allurement of it made me lost my balance and found myself falling through all the junctions and intersections to your stomach. It was like stepping into a garden. Every step of it was like walking on clouds. After a long walk on those flourishing plants, I hastily look for a vein that could lead me to your mind, in hope that it could be my escape route. At first it was just a careless stroll like a walk in a park just to get to know you but the more chemistry I have with your muscles and bones the fonder I am to it and I simply can't afford to find myself attached to you because that would just be catastrophic! Everything changes the moment I step foot in your mind. Just looking at it makes me stutter. No word, nothing could ever describe the beauty of it. Which makes me wonder, maybe I should stay for awhile. Maybe I should reach out a little, get to know your funny bones and get rid of your dead cells for you. Soon enough I called you home. Something I never called anything nor anyone before.
( w . c )
