Mr Freeman

Little everyday volcanoes

He says he's through a phase.Whatever.An excuse he uses to be irresponsible.I don't believe you Mr Everybody-expects-me-to-be-happy.You're a prisoner of your image now.It's good you cared to make your prison comfortable and pleasant.But as you have already notice,smiling can be unbearable.I won't censor myself once more.Not this time.You tought me not to talk with a schizophrenic,nor with a dumb.The smart man doesn't talk a lot. You forgot something.
The erupting volcano is so beautiful to watch.And you know how fertile the ground is after being covered with lava.

I can't wait to look back to where I am now and realise whether something was about to end or something else about to begin.

She looks at the floor.
She's drawing circles with her shoe.
She's about to talk.
Her voice doesn't do her the favor.
It has become stubborn.It doesnt' wanna come out.
She rises her eyes.
How would she do it?
She looks again to her shoes.
An ant is now climbing on her leg.
She's watching it crossing her shank.
What does she doing here?
Her eyes are wandering around the room.
Suddenly everythings seems so unfamiliar.
She doesn't even remember what brought her here.
She has nothing in common with that place anymore.
She gets up from her chair.
Her muscles are tough.
Her legs are shivering.
She's mubling goodbye.
She steps down rapidly.
Clean air.
Inhalation.
Above the buildings the sky still blue.
Exhalation.

After 3 movies in the row,you have forgotten who you are,what are you doing there,what are gonna do after that.Just like when you wake up in another place,you need some minutes to realize where you are,why you are here and what happened the previous night.Ι love these moments.They only last a few seconds.

A night like this

Caro Emerald-A night like this

Αnd the nights are warm and sweet.
And I could lick my own skin.
And I could swallow the city.
The lights,the noise,the laughs,the dark sky,the trees.
I could walk barefoot in the middle of the streets.
I could lie down and listen to the cars coming.
And the streets could be my skin.
And the cars could go up and down my back.
If only I didn't have to return home right now.
And let my feet lead me.