The light! Ah, the plants are happy!
27 July 2007
It’s daylight. I was sure nothing could make me go to sleep until dawn came.
The light left me from the first hour of the evening. And it didn’t come back yet.
The sleeping city calms me down. I remember the nights when I studied for Bacalaureat. 10 coffees and one tomato sauce.
Early morning smells like dust. Stardust... or dream dust. Some nice little birds are singing. They’re full of mettle and hormones. But nothing can make them seem lively, not even me.
The city rustles of morning awaken poplers, on the Lapus riverside, live and joyous, unpolluted and unfaded, full of air. The city gently murmurs. This is the same pure morning that I imagine to wake up to, drowned in the everlasting sleep.
When I see the sky thrilled in the cloudy May morning, I will know I’m beyond.
There are plenty of surprises. Questions come up, meaningless, while truth is stubborn enough to avoid me. There are days in which I understand nothing, and the nothing fills me up. And I pray for it to leave.
It won’t.
When I wake up, all my worries would be gone.
Life would be gone back to normal.
