Stop the Walk

and listen to your toes..

Imagine their stories…a lot to say. I pray when it rains. And listen. And hope as in H.O.P.E. it is rather awkward but so sweet. the words are falling down my mouth as if they want to fly. So i let them and i imagine the sea. as in S.E.A. greenish sparkle down my spine broken with dreams never come true..no. STOP the WALK he said. and he was right as we listened to the water pouring slowly down the pipe of that old, rusty cabin in the mountains. and i stopped as in STOPPED. forever! imagine…time stood still and we could listen to its silence roaring by in deep, deep movements of starry appearances. So I saw it. But I wear glasses. protecting me from the reality around. i hate it as in H.A.T.E. it. so cold it is, so damp..never waiting, never listening. just haste and sorrow. that is why i wear them. and it’s cool now. the warmth of his soul embraces me and i wait. i wait for him to come and tell me the truth as in T.R.U.T.H. so much i longed for just a second of immortality: STOP the WALK, he said and he was right. he always is but he yet doesn’t know it. I do not, repeat, DO NOT intend to let him know that i also know. he can imagine. IMAGINATION is the reason of all my sorrow now. maybe tomorrow I will discover that’s all the same. all OLD and NEW and it’s all STRANGE..but I like it. STOP the WALK!!