This city intoxicates me.
Its walls wrap me up in their poisonous embrace, pushing me in deeper. She indulges my memories of sins long forgotten.
I am in a part of this city I have never been in before. Yet its familiarity grasps me. It isn’t the people. Not even the smell. It is just a feeling. A feeling from years ago, bringing back departed encounters. Like bumping into what should be a ghost that should not be.
Bodies brush past me. A skirmish just to keep heading in one direction. On one path. But there is no one path in this city. It is a series of mazes interlocked and intertwined in each other. Feeding of each others complexities to create this cacophony of crazy confusion.
Today, I try to disguise myself in this return to her lair. I try to get lost in the labyrinths of her being. To not be recognized and to not remember. But something pulls me back to her. Even though it shouldn’t.
Something in her intoxicates me and pushes me deeper.
The answer eludes me. The question is why.
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- There is a magic in the air that permeates through the very soul of my existence. There is a stillness in the night that floods my senses beyond my imagination. There is a madness inside of me that overflows in everything that I create. There is a past behind me that is overcrowded with memories that drain me out.
36 comments:
perhaps
falling all the way in
is the only way out...
The fantasy, the living breathing being that seduces you is yourself, and us, too.
ah, the electric charge of mystery.
happy christmas, stranger. :)
Im glad you are back..Happy New Year..Hope to see u in a new energy
happy new year's!
familiarity breeds contempt,for her and me... so i loose myself, out of her sight; but the lure of old, shunned memories resurfacing, pulls me closer,the euphoria coaxing me to let go, just this once....
great - as usual :)
happy new year!
and about time, a! happy new year, btw.
this post somehow reminds me of the first few lines from the script of the film Crash.
It's the sense of touch.
What?
Any real city, you walk, you know?
You brush past people.
People bump into you.
In L.A., nobody touches you.
We're always behind this metal and glass.
I think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.
recognition is not always by name and sometimes its at a level too primal and that is why some strangers become freinds.
happy new yearrrrr
As a poet, and an avid reader, I have to say that I very much enjoyed my leisurely stroll through your blog...it was time well spent; enriching and enlightening. I thank you...
Its nice to see you here but pls continue bringing your poetic water into our river
Your prose was selected for Poetry tribute hop eyou can join in LIP
Nasra
its all the maya of life ... haha
btw why did you use this title for the post .
The maya of life maybe or the familiarity to something you dont know but you can feel...
isnt it time u ventured out again? hunting for glory?
不错的文章，我喜欢，我会经常来的。
I like your blog.
well..
havent u quite found out...i mean about the whatever thing that was eluding u ?????
how are u? i see that you have been posting once a month as of the latest.. haven't visited for a while.. hope everything's fine..
You are in my thoughts ..hope all is well
Nasra
Very evocative.
The answer is within you, the question is for everyone else.
your write beautifully :) and this is a lovely, lovely blog.
shut up u faker...
shut the fuck up...
very few people have the heart to write on... and on... and on... and let you realize from inside...
Nice meeting you!!
I am worried you are gone and would like you to come back.
where are you?? we miss your writing. hope you are doing well wherever you are :)
read your blog..from head to the toe...what struck me the most was..."release ur inhibitions"
thanx!!!
Nice blog. It makes me want to go for a stroll..lolz. Update soon tho.
I wonder what is our obsession with the city we are born in. All my life I have passed in and out of this place by trains and never understood why I wanted to go back right away. The fascination and the words of appreciation never seem to stop.
I see the last update is December 25. Do you still write?
that was well written, stirs up the wanderlust a little it does
The bell rings no more. I am now starting over at http://wordsmovepeople.wordpress.com/
I'm glad I found your work again.
"monkey"
we love the monkey.do u ?
Its been awhile ..I hope you are well
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I identify with this blog. I feel the same at times. I feel like I learned about you while reading your blog, but I also feel as if it reflected my life. Thank you.
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