The big city teaches you to ignore people and what’s happening around you. You on your way, but you ignore the environmental part of the way — that big mass of ‘someone’s ideas and efforts that materialize as roads, doors, and roaring trains. And when you ignore your surroundings gradually, you start to neglect yourself… or it happens vice verse — your habit of ignoring inner voice silences the world around you, and misery starts to take place.
I think the biggest misery of all — is not hearing voice of one’s heart.
I wonder if we can talk about the voice of conscience, the voice of God now.
Floating in the boat, I sink myself in the whisper of shadows playfully covering your young skin. But between the leaves of darkness — there is no much light of heart seen. The colors are bright, and they don’t match our silent mood, so I go for black and white. Now. It’s better.
It’s a wonder how mood changes just by knowing that the bright world around you and your cold eyes are not reflected in color. We still don’t talk about the voice of God; you keep complaining about the hotness of summer and your malevolent agency boss. It seems to me every aspiring actress has one.
I am not sure if you’ll listen, but still, I say — things change when you accept their nature. Swing with your troubles, like the boat swings with the waves of the sea(there is no sea, of course, just a small pond in the park and a rotating bed in a hotel room).
Yes, you understand, but your one eye is darker than another — which means your will is far from where your thoughts are. Yes, stay the way you are; click, clack, one more frame to go; I hope film roll ends sooner; I need someone to talk about the voice of God.