The Cherry Blossom

It was a cherry blossom that both woke me up and put me to the sleep.. An enormous dream.. And I was lost..

I was lost forever in the tranquility of my own whispers as the cowardice daubed my thoughts.. A rustic integration that tickled the palate and vacuumed back all the words that were ready to pop out.. Phrases pronounced backwards, they were always something stupid that the nature was incapable of digesting..

Yet the selfish ear was not so miraculously gifted after all as it pumped the electrified notifications of astonishment while it turned red like a caring mother with a little brat..

SPANK!

The true observer only sees that the reaction never had an effectual outcome as the words kept themselves in an isolated loop of reverse play. Yet the backdrops rooted to that same event that caught the eye of the observer and permanently stole it.

The cherry blossoms, encircled by their aura of delicacy.. over-flooded

Felt the pain while the images exploited the stability of mind.. And the images were fake, as they were simple copycats that tried to duplicate the reckless impact that felt it was ok to steal the eyes of gold. Now, the mind depended on these barely legal twins to imagine, for one more time, that it actually saw.. But only lies to empower the living, as the arduous task to bear the transmissions that the eye sent somehow all through its abduction were a knife poke in the wound that was a river on the holy mountain where the soul rested.. A small shriek of agony, yet enough to scare the audience.. The transmissions, oh the bitter taste of the aftermath, oh the non-dissolving images of those cherry blossoms that kept appearing out of nowhere like tedious pop-ups…

Wait a second, the mind whispered after a while, I hear something. The eye was sending ultra zoomed letters from the newspaper which he was rolling through, creating a message that we should’ve discovered before.. “I ENjoY aBDuCtiON!” A surprise, a shot of blood to the head, and a bullet saved. A torture that mesmerized the very cells that rejected the political process of the body as a whole and shouted for vengeance.. Now they were enjoying this solitude they were left in, like bacteria that was supposed to die after a time in the testing plate they were left on.. They grew, they overflown, they oozed out of every pore they could find and faked that they were only sweats because the room was not chill enough. Liars, politicians never chance, that is a lesson of life..

Annoyingly repetitive became addictively essential.. Shapeshifting of translucent illusions that flow through the jewel casket.. The inverse of everything, adoring the golden gleams from an emerald, burning up with the ruby, a sugilite painting the horizons..

Yet the pain remained.. Then the mind reached a clever self-realization that created an ultimate paradox: that it was inane! How could it not read the signals that it was not the eye burn but the stomach ache caused by the overflow in the stack of possible listing of words swallowed in reverse? A dull woe of the criticism left the users to fill in the blanks.. The passionate singer shouted from the background the melodies that were long forgotten.. It was all coming back.. They were all the phrases stored beyond knowledge, only used to disturb the birds of sunrise and the springs of the great lake! The loud lovely chant in the background, the mind self-dullified, the cramps crawling all over the skin..

The cherry blossoms shivered with a gentle breeze..

And the body couldn’t hold itself against all the stress burdened on its back like the Atlas and threw the entire world away, not caring about anything, not the future, not the self, not even the self-existing society that it formed throughout the years.. Now everything was a bulge in his chest that he wanted to cough out, and the airwaves traveled with the words within.. The bombs dropping like the fireworks to the grounds, as the sunset was veiled with a flowery noontide.. A chaotic beauty could’ve been the description.. The words ablaze tried to smell like the cherry blossoms but mostly failed as they trailed away, but were never discouraged..

The cherry blossoms were wide awake, hearing what was coming towards the wind..

And the reply, was a smile..

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BAM! Dissilusionment..