impressions of a summer

1.

smoke floats over rugged surfaces, only disturbed by the low hanging branches of the trees that grow all over, in between these rocks, this place and hide paths one could trail for hours on end, leading nowhere.

life on this island is much simpler. one has not much to do. or maybe it´s the sun, burning heavy thoughts away, as naked bodies roll around in the bright light and cool off in the warm sea.

2.

i can feel the sea moving in me. in soft continuous waves it rolls, tosses and pours over, right through me. i feel perfectly peaceful. my thoughts are hidden behind a blur of smoke, hazy and obscure it conceals my pain from me, wraps it all up and makes it disappear, if only for short periods of time. i enjoy these quiet moments, the morning of a sleepless night brings. it holds a calm excitement and no care in the world crosses my switched off brain.

silently i watch the fisher boats pass the deep blue in front of me. i don’t wonder about them. i just accept that they come and go, like one accepts thoughts coming and going. the now cold, too sweet coffee runs down my , by a night of smoking damaged throat and upsets my stomach. when i notice i´ve been staring at the same spot for too long, i light a cigarette, just to occupy myself with something. the smoke that leaves my mouth curls through the air in such a lovely, easy way, i wish i myself could turn to smoke, float through the open sky and disappear into the soft clouds that paint the light blue sky. just a moment ago the sun came up and poured golden light over my view, my world. i especially enjoy sunrises. i like them more than sunsets, something new is born, another day begins and i leave old troubles behind.

3.

there is a calmness that hides obscure thoughts in white noise, its texture rich, creamy lightness weaving itself through my mind. the thoughts play hide and seek in it, while i walk through the sun, carried by a soft, warm wind. in the rate of motion to an unknown melody, i take each step with a kind of profound awareness.

4.

it is many forms.

5.

naked bodies waltz around in the shadows sunlight. in serenity the thoughts circle around nothing in particular, letting the body sink into deep relaxation.

6.

the hands wander in softness over the rough surface, rocks spreading left and right, as far as the eye reaches. wind mantles the limbs and moves in light rhythm over the skin, caressing it in a lovely way, without pressure.

7.

what is under this flesh, these bones?

sometimes it´s hard to see people.

8.

in truth, we all lead our separate lives, connecting only for short periods of time, touching the souls of others so fleetingly, barely noticeable and with time our imprints disappear and leave nothing but maybe a fond memory, a joke of a life shared, behind.