Month: June 2010

I‘m losing track of the time. Time flows so easily. I look at the clock on the wall and it’s like looking into a crazy man’s inner space. I can’t follow. It’s light all day, without interruptions. Faces are not submerged by tidal shadows. I’m afraid I’ll get used to monotony of colors and shades. Wind blows now and then and I am cold all the time. The body still remembers the suffocating taste fo past summers, the scorching sun, the smell of dusky breeze. And I’m changing shape quickly enough to know that I’m no longer a girl. I’m a relic that’s waiting for dust and the beauty of age to gather on its recesses and edges. But no dust can gather. I clean and wash, and it’s ugly dirt only that gathers and needs to be washed away, no dust or beauty or oxide coating.
Birds are confused. They sing all night. The see light and feel light and perceive light with all their senses. So they get younger and younger and sing to acknowledge their existence. I would like to sing as a proof I’m still alive, but I’m no bird.