Sunday, July 18, 2010

Skin

On regular days
When my fingers drum to the rythm of a military mars
Eyes twitching from left to right
Mind moving with the weight of dark clouds before rain
The surface of my skin will be smooth and flat
Like the surface of my country

But when I hear the first notes of this song
Time spreads before me like the ocean
A pine forest grows there
A land filled with mountains
To form a blanket of electricity
The energy of life is showing on my skin

Inspired by: My love from Sia