Imaginary Freedom

Imaginary Freedom

And the darkness sourrounds me like a soft blanket, silence is the pillow of my tiny, heavenly bed and my eyes close in a soft breath of release and my muscles relax, and my pain floats in the matress and the earth and leave me in countless little rivers and for the first time today I feel free, I feel like floating in the blue sky with the stars, jumping from one planet to the other, riding the comets until I’m far, far away. Far away from all this nonsense, away from all the screaming voices, the drowning sea, the haunting ghosts, the babbling birds, the knife that cuts through my existence every second, every minute, every hour.

I’m free and my existence is gone.

 

But then like a lightening bolt the weight of the world crashes inside my brain, pulling me through the walls back on the surface of a tiny little planet. I stand up, breath heavily, cough as I do so, and put my foots with much affort one in front of the other until I’m on the track again, driving in repeating circles with the other mad figures in this gear operated game.

Apenas uma carcaça vazia movida a engrenagens desconexas, que busca alívio nas palavras vãs de um desabafo doloroso.