it is perhaps a day like any other. like any other day, i am not ready for it. if there is anything that i know, i know that most days greet me with surprise.
it is a grey and sobering day. the sunshine is hiding and i am alone in my solitude and my desire to live.
emotion, pure and simple they say, that was it, that is it. that is life, it is emotion.
there is nothing to say, nothing to tell... it is grey, dapple-grey it is.
woke up remembering a dream, once more defending you in my dream like in all those little inconsequential conversations that splatter themselves across my day. why must i want to defend you?
so, how has it been, you will ask next time, like you did last time. i will look at you at a loss, for the only certainty is that i do not know how to tell you how it has been. after i looked in your eyes and looked for what i can not find in your question mark, i will smile and i will say something or other, i will hide, i always do. you will hold me again, we will not talk... i have nothing for you, you have nothing for me. we shall be.
it will be in some time from now, and it will be in a time that i can not imagine. the certainty of my other dream is not grey, it is bright and trepid. trepid is my nature, bright is my essence.
