Calcutta Chromosomes - By lanes of Fear & The green algae...
I was crying. Crying and inconsolably crying..
Shit! I wasn't doping at all and yet i couldn't stop crying. And there were no tears too...
By the word tears i meant that god damn salty watery thing that comes out of your swollen eyes and brings out the deep mosses from your damp squid nose too.
And yet i was crying.
And i knew, you would ask me, how i understood that i was crying when i didn't have a fuckin body!
Well i could smell the burning. Fumes of Smokes making me feel dizzy and an abject sharp pain in me. Well at least i would still like to believe that i am not yet, fully dead.
I could see the arrangements are being made to burn me. I detested that grave idea of burning. I wanted to sleep peacefully under the earth and play around with those lil droplets of rain, seeping inside the grey grasses.
Wanted so very much to talk to those algaes, borne out of my slained cucumber seeds ...
But these Mustards knew, that i didn't have any representations from the Rich Houses of The Lords and was abandoned and exiled for my resist against the racial segregation of the Pumpkins!
Oh ya to live like a man in fear and feeling pain, is Anti Christ!
Ah! I was crying for me not for you! At least let me feel that i could Cry!
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