Human

Sometimes we want the night to last forever
smoke it, drink it, have it
darkness by darkness
until there’s nothing
absolutely nothing (left)
apart from the ashes of ashes themselves.
That’s when thoughts merge to become waves;
when happiness and reality fade away in a single whisper.
We are human;
alone in our crowded metropoles,
pieces of darkness among the million lights that fight the night
hopelessly;
awake and isolated in a world
which we can see and smell and touch
but which we cannot really
feel (or understand).

Sometimes the pain cuts so deep
that it almost becomes desirable
wanted
almost appreciated;
because it is real and it is an answer
- and an answer is always so much more than a never-ending question -
so we embrace it
breathe it fully
believe it
and we almost feel that there’s something
besides the unbearable weight of the entire world
pressing against our deepest wounds.

Sometimes. Sometimes we suffer. Sometimes there’s pain.
And most of the time we don’t just feel lost;
we are lost.

(now open your eyes.)

D.S. 2009