Someone passed by talking on a cell
She said life is real when you stop thinking
Seemed so strange to have to think about every move, about every action or reaction,
about all the things people say and try to find meaning in everything that is happening.
Never crossed my mind to think thinking out, to know that am not supposed to know, knowing is
a reflection of my illusion, knowing makes this world small and the chances zero.
Crossing your path this morning at the other side of this world the weather seemed lusciously warm and
your drink cool. The rest of the scenery slipped over to the next frame of missing your plane for trivial forgetfulness about
the time of your departure.
How strange not to need you while facing the obsession of having to talk with you again…
