Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "dec-2015"
Cyril Van Der Haegen
I know you wanted me to paint from memory, I really want to but I can’t. The moon is ruinous tonight. Be honest, we can both feel the full moon, be fair and admit it weighs so much on this night, the fullness of it is just too much.
Even though, the moon is making me, I want to work tonight- through you and through you, the moon feels ruinous, it does, it is utterly vicious, it is absolutely beautiful. You are definitely there. Part of it, of that. All this sordid affair only because you color my words.
Stuck in this loop, this pas de trios, you are as cyclical as all of this, as the moon itself. Epistles you never sent, Wardruna earworms in your head, exulted; you continue to exist while the moon continues to resent you. There is a story in this; maybe even a stolen one. Maybe even yours. But not yours. Exit now. Thief, you lied; it was you who murdered the murder of crows.
I promise I’ll be brave, please stop existing and come back a monster, promise me. Listen, it’s not like I am expecting you to be a mess, but can you look a little less happy?
Even though, the moon is making me, I want to work tonight- through you and through you, the moon feels ruinous, it does, it is utterly vicious, it is absolutely beautiful. You are definitely there. Part of it, of that. All this sordid affair only because you color my words.
Stuck in this loop, this pas de trios, you are as cyclical as all of this, as the moon itself. Epistles you never sent, Wardruna earworms in your head, exulted; you continue to exist while the moon continues to resent you. There is a story in this; maybe even a stolen one. Maybe even yours. But not yours. Exit now. Thief, you lied; it was you who murdered the murder of crows.
I promise I’ll be brave, please stop existing and come back a monster, promise me. Listen, it’s not like I am expecting you to be a mess, but can you look a little less happy?
