The Grey Space Of The Special Minds

Life Attacks...through different shapes;
And I’m not pointing out at ‘The Distinctions’ of our Seasons
Nor at our Poetic Skies
but at The Unreal, The Infinite, The Inner ‘Feelings’ as we, Here, call.

Those Feelings, which fall like rain falls
But from a Grey Space that, unfittingly, widens itself out,
However, ‘Only’ within Few Special Minds;
Minds that Journey through these -ALL- Abstract as well Fully-Private Visions;
Minds that Surf the Visions’ Enticing Waves until…
…One’s Soul Loses Control and Suffocates, weighed down, by their Epic Extremes…


“One of The Few happens to have a Paralyzed Muscle in the Brain forbidding his Condition to be Absorbed by any Repeated Man…
Only a True Friend, as Essential as a Limb, could be gifted the Skill to Listen and Discover, by himself, what lurks within The Un-vacant Silence that generates The Vital Air for the Friendship’s Survival, where no Dry Muscle could interfere since, Mechanically, They Both Go Astray, except as One, throughout that same Grey Space….
‘Hooked On that Deceitful Self Invented Liberty…”