A plane crosses the sky.
Rain is pouring.
The train smoothly finds its way through the green mountains.
Gazing through the black-smoked window a feeling of solitude and helplessness swallows my whole presence.
The day is slowly fading into night.
Happy thoughts were left behind in the platform and are now turning into greyer ones that I’m sure will turn into black ones as the journey goes by.
There’s a ruckus around the compartment. Children running everywhere. Worried parents shouting to keep them close.
My mind, though, is being drilled with such a heavy silence that I’m unable to distinguish any sound from the outside,
I’m leaving.
Leaving behind twenty years of my life, for good. There won’t be much to miss. Repressing moments, people and feelings became one of my expertises.
It will be harder for those I left.
No letter, no reason, no goodbye. For them it’s like I suddenly disappeared in a cloud of thick mist, just like a magic trick.
My path it’s not uncertain. It was planned.
I’m finally leaving the heavy restraints that tied me to insignificance and failure.
I’m free and sad. There’s no safe ground, now. I’m on my own.
There’s a whole new world with wide open doors presenting itself to me.
Childhood dreams waiting to be fulfilled.
I’m starting new. I’m re-birthing from the ashes like a phoenix.
Crossing physical and emotional frontiers.
There’s a stir. It comes from my own body. A blink of the eyes. A yawn. Through the window of my bedroom there’s proof of a heavy rain. The lawn is wet. There are torn and lost leaves caught in the wind twirling around.
I’m trying desperately to grasp the last remaining ideas of my dream. They escape like water through my fingers.
I have an inkling feeling it was something important, like it was meant to be.
A dream, though, that’s it.
Rain is pouring.
The train smoothly finds its way through the green mountains.
Gazing through the black-smoked window a feeling of solitude and helplessness swallows my whole presence.
The day is slowly fading into night.
Happy thoughts were left behind in the platform and are now turning into greyer ones that I’m sure will turn into black ones as the journey goes by.
There’s a ruckus around the compartment. Children running everywhere. Worried parents shouting to keep them close.
My mind, though, is being drilled with such a heavy silence that I’m unable to distinguish any sound from the outside,
I’m leaving.
Leaving behind twenty years of my life, for good. There won’t be much to miss. Repressing moments, people and feelings became one of my expertises.
It will be harder for those I left.
No letter, no reason, no goodbye. For them it’s like I suddenly disappeared in a cloud of thick mist, just like a magic trick.
My path it’s not uncertain. It was planned.
I’m finally leaving the heavy restraints that tied me to insignificance and failure.
I’m free and sad. There’s no safe ground, now. I’m on my own.
There’s a whole new world with wide open doors presenting itself to me.
Childhood dreams waiting to be fulfilled.
I’m starting new. I’m re-birthing from the ashes like a phoenix.
Crossing physical and emotional frontiers.
There’s a stir. It comes from my own body. A blink of the eyes. A yawn. Through the window of my bedroom there’s proof of a heavy rain. The lawn is wet. There are torn and lost leaves caught in the wind twirling around.
I’m trying desperately to grasp the last remaining ideas of my dream. They escape like water through my fingers.
I have an inkling feeling it was something important, like it was meant to be.
A dream, though, that’s it.
