Desilusion
Again the wind whispers from my window ... I wonder what it wants to tell me now ... My eyelids do not want to touch each other ... Maybe it's fear of unknown, or rather the fear of inactivity. Today was a day put into infusion, nothing new, nothing old, all on the same shelf in the past ... yet in the present ... Repetitiveness begins to irritate me sometimes, my spirit is thirsty again, I want the routine broken ... It's so dark out and my retina retains the same placid image of the screen full of letters ...fingers move alone in unknown directions ... I spin the Earth on my fingers looking for a corner land in the hands glamorous, unknowable ... no internet is no longer satisfactorily ... I wish I could travel distances like it without getting stuck in bed or at work on screen ... I said ...where are our wings when we need them most?Oh, and I have the same harmonious sound in the ear ...it's the music that stings my ears half numb because too oppressive silence ... if it weren't this piece of noise called music I'd feel so alone ... Speaking of lonely, maybe it seems to me, but as we are surrounded by more types of people the more alone we are ... the large error is not to be at the right time in the right group ... differences should generate interest and get us closer, to make life more interesting every day, but they do not ... in this world which was not ideal and it creates a ravine between us, leaving only a limited and non-profit communications ... a waste of time, a waste of words thrown at random, automatic responses ... I am bored and tired of trying to change this ...
What I would not give for a piano for my questions about life that we are forced to accept sometimes ...a life that sometimes is so fade ... slipping on a piano as a fleeting feeling but feeling happy ... a piano to close my eyes and cross the universe from end to end ... to start from down and slip on the well polished claps as a skating rink while the music sounds so magical ... while the magical sounds are nourishing the spirit chained tired of the same events that happens every day making dance jumps from present to the past, present, future, from time to time ... making us confused and sleepy ... Where is the morning?"Lorsque vous réfléchissez trop finir par dire des choses que personne ne les comprend!"<< The more you think the greater are the chances to end up by saying things which no one understands!>>
