Criativity
Creates Activity
It’s running a slow flux
a joint of sensations
the inhospitable complex of the soul
Believe it! There’s something around here
It bothers you, ready to explode
Materializing in images colors
words letters music notes
The defense against the unkown
makes you being contracted
and the soul drains under the heartache
pressed within the chest
Thick translucent slow
Misfit flux
falling on the skin,
burning the dismay,
being transported by signs.
Brains.
Interpreters of the soul.
Reluctant to form words.
Hate searching letters to the emotion.
Disagree to the chaos
generated by uninterpretable.
However, the flux continues,
what remains is transportating yourself
to the chaos of the discontented
and uninterpretable inspiration.
A blow is enough.
