I feel a little more courageous,
The feeling of restraint is being restrained,
My words form white translucent clouds.
I only remember what seemed to be seconds,
Clips in the short film "Jesse Salgado",
Directed by Dack Janiels.
It is as if my body is enclosed in pillows,
No matter how hard I try to walk fast,
My legs wont allow it.
Slowly my eyes open,
I'm curled in the fetal position,
Im comfortably spinning, comfortably immobile.
The brights seem a little more brighter now,
and this mosaic is only fit to tease me.
Or is it telling me to look forward?
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 4:40 PM UTC
I feel a little more courageous,
The feeling of restraint is being restrained,
My words form white translucent clouds.
I only remember what seemed to be seconds,
Clips in the short film "Jesse Salgado",
Directed by Dack Janiels.
It is as if my body is enclosed in pillows,
No matter how hard I try to walk fast,
My legs wont allow it.
Slowly my eyes open,
I'm curled in the fetal position,
Im comfortably spinning, comfortably immobile.
The brights seem a little more brighter now,
and this mosaic is only fit to tease me.
Or is it telling me to look forward?
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