Monday, January 21, 2013

Most of them have a Miss Atomic Bomb, don't they?

... or a suffocating black hole...

... and they all wonder if they went through the same tunnel, or if there's a light at the end of that tunnel. Was it just a bad dream? But it felt so real that it makes you wonder if you are real or you, yourself were somebody else's dream that never came true? Is somebody else your nightmare or are you somebody else's nightmare? Did she ever feel your shelter? Were you just a dream or was she just a dream? Will you ever wake up or is that tunnel as real as she was, if she ever was? Will this Miss-ing split each atom of your existence apart until there's nothing else left but dust? Dust blown by the wind over the remains of the sidewalks, nobody ever knowing that not long ago that dust had your shape, your dreams. It was you, stepping on what back then were those sidewalks. It was you, enjoying the caress of this Wind which will later be carrying you?
The wind - just moving air, not any person that you know of, but you wished you knew. You wished you knew it as a person. It was the only one there with you, silently caressing you when you were staying sad in that train station or leaning over the bridge railing, while watching the sunset. The Wind - joyfully playing with your hair in those sunny summer days...
Or was it a black hole?... dragging you towards it slowly and then, before you know it you're going down so fast that there's no stopping and no turning back. You become small, loose your breath in the dark void and your own weight is just too much for you to carry by yourself, but you wouldn't call anybody to help you because you don't want to drag them there... but hope to find that when you'll stop, if you will ever, you will find somebody down there who knows what you've been through... At least that...
Alex

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