brooklyn boy ;

the wind calmed down after yesterday's hurricane. i liked the wind. i liked the unconstrained wind. wind. in the centre of it i found relief. each time the sun sets, shadows begin to overtake the room. the breeze starts to split into half then splits halves into fourths. it begins to deteriorate. in that moment sounds start to flow in my head.  from some time ago, it was like this. i can't remember when. the shadows of those who take in the brightest light are thickest. today the strong sun attacks me again. black tears. white smiles, colorless me. a world without color. without wounds it hurts. with wounds it doesn't hurt. wounds that can't be healed. wounds that maybe can be healed. wounds that will be healed. alone in a shadowless room i sit freely. i hear music in my ears, though i didn't turn it on.