Late. Dark night. Window shades. Outside, wind howling. Sometimes a car passes by. Shadows move slowly on the ceiling. It's warm. Unbreathable. Struggle to sleep. T-shirt stuck to skin. Sweaty. Knocking. Slightly. But persistent. Door lugged. Eyes staring. No smile. No words. Just a nervous tic with her tip toes. You're back. Nodding. Invites her in. Nothing else said.
Heavy rain. The Church looks gloomy. From behind plastic restaurant windows people stare. Rapid steps. And that water keeps pouring from the merciless sky. Eager and restless. Hopes. Familiar face. Whispered hello. Why don't you come in. It's horrible here. She knows. Nods. I'm waiting. The familiar face smiles. Understood. Small rubbing on the wrist. Good luck. The wind changes direction.
Finally sleeping. Exhaustion. Mental exhaustion mostly. Sounds from the lounge. Bottles. Laughter. Even sound of smoking. Inhaling, exhaling. Singing. It's life coming from far away. Waking up confused. Knock on the door can mean only one thing. Grabs the handle. She wants to say something. You're back. Nothing else matters.
Giggles. Children play in the park. Watches over them. Like a guardian angel. An angel with an iPhone. Checks the hour every two minutes. Not a single cloud on the sky. But the pressure. The burden. One day earlier sounded like a stranger. A stranger's voice. Already. But who's the actual stranger? Promise is a promise. And... What time it is? Gosh... Maybe should call this thing off. Beeping sound. I'm running a little late. 10 minutes tops. Taxi just came. Don't take it. Busy. Change of plans. Maybe later. Safer never. More and more excuses. Yeah, OK, i got it. Whatever. From across the city hear the disappointment. Anger thoughts. But it's better this way. Children still play. Why do you cry?
Knock on the door. Opens. The look is there. Smiles like nothing ever happened. May i come in? Steps aside.
Hey. Hey. Why? That's why. Still? Apparently. Pathetic. Maybe. Obsession. Yes. Not the type you think. But you go on doing this to yourself. I don't get it. I'm afraid to forget. Forget! You'll move on. Everybody does. It's the easy way out. I don't want that. I want to remember. It's already starting to fade away and it scares the hell out of me. How come? It's all i have left. But this way you'll keep on hurting. No. Hurting is to know you are not even a memory. Terrible fate. But won't let those cared about share it. Loser, you just need better memories.
Knock. Feels real this time. Heart pumping. Leaning on the morning wall gets slowly to the door. Grabs the handle. Takes deep breath. Opens. No one is there. Definitely real. Wakes up in sorrow. Sun blinding. City in bloom. Even dreams lost hope.
Smiles. She smiles back. How do you feel today? Fine. School? Fine. Colleagues? Fine. Mother? Fine. Novelties? No. Not really. Same all. Read a book. Good one? OK. A bit sad. About? Yes. How about? What about? Any dreams lately? No. They're gone. All gone. How does that make you feel? Fine. Give it some more time and it will be ok. OK. Smiles again. Same time next week?
Heavy rain. The Church looks gloomy. From behind plastic restaurant windows people stare. Rapid steps. And that water keeps pouring from the merciless sky. Eager and restless. Hopes. Familiar face. Whispered hello. Why don't you come in. It's horrible here. She knows. Nods. I'm waiting. The familiar face smiles. Understood. Small rubbing on the wrist. Good luck. The wind changes direction.
Finally sleeping. Exhaustion. Mental exhaustion mostly. Sounds from the lounge. Bottles. Laughter. Even sound of smoking. Inhaling, exhaling. Singing. It's life coming from far away. Waking up confused. Knock on the door can mean only one thing. Grabs the handle. She wants to say something. You're back. Nothing else matters.
Giggles. Children play in the park. Watches over them. Like a guardian angel. An angel with an iPhone. Checks the hour every two minutes. Not a single cloud on the sky. But the pressure. The burden. One day earlier sounded like a stranger. A stranger's voice. Already. But who's the actual stranger? Promise is a promise. And... What time it is? Gosh... Maybe should call this thing off. Beeping sound. I'm running a little late. 10 minutes tops. Taxi just came. Don't take it. Busy. Change of plans. Maybe later. Safer never. More and more excuses. Yeah, OK, i got it. Whatever. From across the city hear the disappointment. Anger thoughts. But it's better this way. Children still play. Why do you cry?
Knock on the door. Opens. The look is there. Smiles like nothing ever happened. May i come in? Steps aside.
Hey. Hey. Why? That's why. Still? Apparently. Pathetic. Maybe. Obsession. Yes. Not the type you think. But you go on doing this to yourself. I don't get it. I'm afraid to forget. Forget! You'll move on. Everybody does. It's the easy way out. I don't want that. I want to remember. It's already starting to fade away and it scares the hell out of me. How come? It's all i have left. But this way you'll keep on hurting. No. Hurting is to know you are not even a memory. Terrible fate. But won't let those cared about share it. Loser, you just need better memories.
Knock. Feels real this time. Heart pumping. Leaning on the morning wall gets slowly to the door. Grabs the handle. Takes deep breath. Opens. No one is there. Definitely real. Wakes up in sorrow. Sun blinding. City in bloom. Even dreams lost hope.
Smiles. She smiles back. How do you feel today? Fine. School? Fine. Colleagues? Fine. Mother? Fine. Novelties? No. Not really. Same all. Read a book. Good one? OK. A bit sad. About? Yes. How about? What about? Any dreams lately? No. They're gone. All gone. How does that make you feel? Fine. Give it some more time and it will be ok. OK. Smiles again. Same time next week?
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