Lost In Space

Not long ago, it’s hard to tell when, a beautiful cage, a window with a view stretching all the way down the boulevard, seeing the places where he hung around, weak and weary but lucky enough to have found a refuge to head to. It’s easy to take everything for granted letting conscience go astray. Like the things that looked familiar, everything was then moving and feeling out of place. On the frozen past he could not longer reflect or find those answers. Drown by the shocking truth of not having any strings to grab hold onto in a world floating on a wave, misty black and crowded with every passer-by’s darkness stains, their filthy pockets filled with dirt and their guilty eyes set on aeroplanes cruising high upon the overflowing glitter of stars and bars, leaving behind a steaming trail of emptiness, in an escapade cutting through to infinitum.

Life is ever-changing. And helpless to understand how he became part of this mess, he left unresolved the question marks hanging down the invisible shapes, things that were always there and yet we were neither able to see nor understand. A stranger, some might think, like a snow flake on the sand miserably praying for a winter's cry, he drifted down beneath the tides into a sea of secret rhymes, longing to reach out and touch one last dream, to be one, in the memory of water.

- …Il se sent étranger...
- …pas, Il doit dormir..
- …peut etre, seulement perdu dans l'espace

It seemed I’d been riding all day on the bus, only to awake to the sound of soft whispering behind my ears, then realizing it had only been two minutes since I closed my eyes. The engine was still roaring.