Conditions of Use
Where do I begin to begin? I found Louie when he was lost. He had murdered his being, a subtle kind of murder with a smile on his face. Of all the things he lost he missed his soul the most, but sometimes we lose our plot in life. Having a bare canvas he was homesick for a place he had never been. He had no perception. He thought I was a myth and he was so foreign to me. I first saw him in my dreams and when I woke up where he was all I could see of him was his shadow. I felt him tiptoeing; it was the sound I had been looking for. I wanted to live inside his delicate bones and soak into his skin. I was a breath of fresh air into the lungs of someone like him. I was like an anthropologist taking back his cultural destiny. He hated me because I had what he needed. I told him to meditate, to be curious not judgmental. So I held the hand inside of him. I made him feel sensations he thought was dead, he loved the feel I brought. Louie was the one I decided who could be one of my kind.
Through my wild eyes I brought him too escapism, my reality. I brought him into a place where he bloomed. With my LSD pencil I twisted him bringing out the essence. We drifted here and there in and out of dreams, to the bottom of the reefs. My tribe blew his mind. Picking acoustic roots I planted him into Pandora’s seed with a rhythm so deeply painted it woke his soul. It let the ecstasy drip into the swirls and whirls of his mind. Like the trees he swayed to the melodies. I revealed him to himself. He learned to pet the wolf and to let his senses run naked. He is now humble for he is made of earth. Now he leaves his own trace of color. With music we paint pictures and create atmospheres. We breathe, we dream, we create.
Beautiful people do not just happen. We are too weird but too rare to die. We believe in open minds and free spirits. We live by the sun and love by the moon. We are a different kind of tribe. My name is Livy; I bring life through the supreme state of free bliss, to unearth one’s individual existence. Whether I led him to illumination or degradation depends on the spirit in which one takes them. But always remember that we are made out of real life.
Article posted January 4, 2012 at 06:38 PM •
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Nirvana, meaning the blowing out of fire, greed, and hatred, was brought forth in this story strongly. The way you stated that she made him feel sensations that he thought were dead relates to Nirvana by blowing out the hatred he feels from his emotions. I enjoy how you bring music and color into the writing it makes a reader become interested in the topic.
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