Colours

Bright blobs of colour drool before the eyes, the eyes are closed, the colours are changing and that is all he see's. When these colours materialised in replacement of the image the colour changed in depth and substance, but remained consistent in the way in which it dripped down the inside lids of his eyes on his head. The chair he sat upon encompassed his focus and directed the minds composition. The yearly preparation, repeating itself monthly and kept him glued to the furniture like the candles his lit to read the text which guided his mind to gain the knowledge of utilising the cosmic awareness. His visualised training was originally based on a hybridised notion of Judaism and South American Mythology, that later slipped into an even more heterogenic notion. He his seat and the colours were now homogenous; with this in mind and the congruency of the seats colour and the introductory repetitive steps he remembered went on for years and years, they stood him well, but the eyes became strained like tea bags. Years before the previous tenant sat, with a net vest staring into the unused fireplace wondering what to do, he spent months trying out new ways of avoiding the growth of a beard. He tried bump powder, he even tried a new razor, he tried using the mirror he tried a lot of things, because he left them half-heartily inside my old cupboard. During this period of visualisation I burnt the green carpet with an iron, I burnt a red and white candle every day, and stored as many trainers outside the foot of the door. The colour of the room and the colour of the atmosphere differed on many different levels and as the colours replaced the images the patterns on the carpet were spoiled by the triangular burns. And I took those images to the seven crossroads, leaving small bag of copper coins there upon the illuminated arrow, before dumping the melted candles and other rubbish to the tree in a secret park, accompanied by various spirits, and not once did I dare look back.