Sta.sh
Dust
The street, narrow and deformed with asymmetrical lines of skewed buildings and half decayed balconies. The sunrays never penetrate the jungle of interweaved rusted pipes, antennas and clotheslines. Sometimes you catch the glimpses of the sunrays or its reflections, but usually it is constant gloom of yellow-greenish tones. You walk through the labyrinth of interchangeable streets and numerous debris of once blossoming monuments to human emotions.
We where walking there for eternity now. The light remains permanent with subtle humming of electrical transformators and television sets stuck between the channels. The asymmetry is perfect in a chaotic sense making it even harder to find your way even if you have one, but mostly you just keep on following the perfectly transformed imperfections of the pavement, which sometimes reaches up until the second floor just to reveal the antiques of the over aged foundations.
Our footsteps where slow and light nevertheless giving out a substantial echo. We never spoke. Our fingers were interwoven into an ingenious knot of human relations unbroken by lose waves of sound. The energy flow was constant feeding the nucleus of our shared being. We knew the purity of the moment, which would end but not now.
The shallow echo of our departing footsteps quivered the dust settling into the place of eternal rest until the next violation would be applied. Everything remained constant and ignorant to any signs of human emotions born again and fed by the lack of colour.
Another turn…left…again left, then right and left again…another arch…another turn…
We sat in the living room unscathed by sunlight or daylight in general. Flickering electric bulb, unprotected and fragile, on the top of a century old lamp lit the space filled with unfulfilled promises and broken dreams. The wallpapers, stained with leaking water and age, hang loosely in places just to reinforce the atrophy of feelings stale with age.
She shook the ash into rusty can used for an ashtray and locked the gaze with me. Her eyes felt its way into deeper realms of my brain. It felt its way to the subconscious part, dark and unpredictable. I shook it of and took a long puff of my cigarette. It tasted rich and deep after stale taste of lost memories. I looked at her once again and exhaled all my thoughts with the cigarette smoke. She understood. I knew that. I could read it in her eyes. She was beautiful and I was free, but it was all somewhere else and with somebody whom I knew long time ago.
It felt right. I kissed her and she didn’t draw back. She looked straight into my soul and kissed me back. It felt right again. The flow reconnected and passed through as the flickering bulb died out and went straight to heaven. The feeble glow remained as a sign of the one last outburst of human emotion in this all forsaken place. It will resonance through the living room, through the dust on the street and the labyrinth of it all. The world will shake and creek in the last attempt to start itself once again. The wheels with tremble, the springs will moan and all the life will hold it’s breathe in expectation…
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) da ragac dzveli tbilisis dzondzi auris gemo chamrcha :S
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