55 Seconds
Peace, is 55 seconds long, each time
Of quietness, deafening yet gentle
Its cold, always cooler
Than life, than sensibility, than responsibility
Its never long enough
To cry, to reveal your sorrow
Or to force yourself otherwise
It touches your body like caress
Like millions of particles gently consuming you
And if you move
It follows you, keeping tab
Longing to be one with you, eternally
For 55 seconds, you play with her
You fly, you forget your sorrow
You were someone else, something else
You are free
Limited only by your imagination
At the end of it, you return to life
You surface, only to miss those short times
You dread where you are now
As noise of the world thunder in your ears
And reality grabs you by the beating heart
You preferred your peace
And wished it could be eternal
So you dive again
To find your 55 seconds
And to fly among them
The cold, lightness, and the caress
And the peace
Who wants to be with you forever
And ever
But not yet
Its about swimming...
2007-11-17
18:34:31
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