Life goin' all over the place in some silent moves in some silent speechless thoughts, the smell of reality today, tonight, the tangible meanings… they're so right and so on the other part of the wall… whoever knows what tomorrow will bring…
It was known that it will happen at a certain time and that five thousand people were to be in that place.
They will be there with a reason but they will not know it until it happens. And when the day came, the rainbow fell from the sky and encapsulated
the 'village' of people. The eyes I was seeing with, showed me people I didn't know wanting to escape, screaming for their parents, children,
for their family that remain on the outside of the enclosure.
Nobody knew where the better place is, the inside or the outside. The eyes got me to a room that seemed to be on the lower level of a house and into
a box there were these small rocks, a shade of foggy blue, though shinny, smaller or bigger but all the same shape.
And the two that were with me wanted to break one… and it broke in small little pieces that had the same shape.
This might be the key to the out side where lots and lots of people were waiting sitting all around the rainbow enclosure.
And at some point it happened, a small box passed through the rainbow carrying some of the shinny rocks.
And they opened it…
People had a contest with God… they lost by not attending.
The sky was dark, the smoke was cold, I wouldn't have believed that the night could make such a difference in me, again.
The engine went so soft and clear, I stopped like I knew where I must be.
It was the light I haven't seen in so long, the flow of life, clear and beautiful, soft and slow, the shine in the night, magic.
And I am on the other side, in the dark, lost; after three days I woke up, dead.
I remember slightly about it, me being against a white wall, that was feeling cold and empty. The phone rang, twice, didn't know if it was mine or where it came from. I felt the colors fade, the sound being lowered, the pain swept out. It was raining, slowly, the thunders I remember, the flashes of lightnings, the blood on the floor, the clutched hand on the trigger. Smoke, something was burning, I couldn't cough for some reason, got stuck feeling my throat invaded, couldn't breathe. I was being dragged to a place, I was floating away, was feeling like on a boat, in the darkness, misleading waves, feeling the water hitting me harder and harder, my feet grew heavier, and heavier… I could not feel my hands, I didn't remember my name, who was I? Where was I? What was happening? What is this? what… is that word… I was seeing images of people, images of places, have I been there? I didn't remember, I didn't remember the words for the things I was seeing. Where are all these people and places? They were saying something, it was too noisy to understand, something was obstructing me to see, to understand. One name I knew, I knew that I know it, but I didn't remember what was it after all. The feeling of warmth was gone for so long, couldn't remember it, but I knew it existed. I felt cold, I never felt cold before, I was dying. And then all stopped…
It was all I had, memories, the endless dreams, the nightmares, the unknown paths, the fears, the blame, the darkness. Then light came into my all. The warmest blue, the dream. Then everything broke, it went away as sudden as it came, my secret life became a past secret. The cold came back, colder than before. Unfair winter. The gray fondness, the rainy shine, unstoppable weakness, dark frozen flowers, unfair winter.