The more you wander alone half awake, half numb, unknown the louder you can hear the tone of your own heart, while the others fade slowly beyond the unfamiliar rims of this world. Coffee you spilled on the table at dawn feels alive like mercury and you can see your reflection trapped inside of it, how it trembles and frowns in the warm light Leafs fallen on the ground creak under the feet like a rug hiding under it, all of your dreams. Silence brings the memory of a heavy train gliding on rails and the youthfulness lost in the mist of an autumn morning along with all the hopes which once covered the world in fire. Sometimes memories resemble a mirror, one where we may or may not be prepared to see ourselves into. Broken dreams reveal themselves first there, before trying to commit suicide. Sometimes they appear like teary puppets other times full of rage ready to bite, with mouths filled with teeth belonging to the many consciences we were before we became who we are now. Just like waters, my memories drift towards the infinity of non existence so I do nothing to keep them, for they speak of a stranger I cannot recognise anymore in the mirror. The spasms of the last days of autumn with nature falling asleep, the long winter sleep, invite me to dance without music the only dance that I know, courting oblivion
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