It was a case to meet their paths
O pastime of some prankster god
exquisite lightness and infused with pride, bold and courageous, or cowardly rabbits sometimes (but still with that strange light in his eyes) we support each other, without realizing we were leaving an indelible mark. Unconscious, unconscious candidly.
one day and another, what did it matter? Time is a relative concept.
dispersing our useless years, walking along a paved road that we would not have remembered, or in a classroom, looks bored, often empty, perfectly identified with the deep conviction of being special and unique, wade in search of non- well-you-know-what; perhaps a delicate balance, perhaps a reason. Every little shit
acquired unusual importance, and a clear meaning only to us, the chosen ones, different, and in the meantime, the outside world continued to exist, regardless of our attempts, merciless and cruel.
And the memories are dim, leaving us to live without really digest the events, the memories are quick flashes of intense and fleeting moments that matches -wear- to stay just the smiles hidden and dense
words, we
us on a lawn or a bench cold
us and our strength and our weaknesses, things we could not discern from one another-
months of confusion is condensed into one minute.
are those expressions that really did not want to say anything,
are long walks in the night,
the evenings that I can not tell - but I do not worry, as were all the same. I
returns home, and the effort to put the key in the lock, and the embracement of the toilet bowl and lead everything,
our day's events, our melancholy
unjustified and exaggerated, in a sad rite of
catharsis. Why were
drunken, intoxicated with alcohol, drugs happiness, love and .
Yes, love each other and at times morbid, love for us, only holds, only compass in a world that felt alien.
But that did not matter. Nothing mattered, and it hovered in the air, even when felt to be crushed by an enormous weight, even then, possessed the precious gift of being able to skillfully escape.
It was, after all, a mad rush.
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