i honestly honestly wish at times i was dead... time became another routine, and thoughts became once again things i keep to myself... funny things leave me smiling til i get home... there i weep, hugging a souless pillow that doesnt return the hug... every morning my cellphone whispers my night table how im gonna wake up and search for a text message that has never come.. and it is right... i do wait that message saying everything will be ok... everything will go back to normal... dumb fool says the book to the bookmark, he really doesnt get it does he... hes a murderer acuses the lamp, he drowned the pillow... things around me know better than i do, but i accept that i have no idea what goes through my head...i stupidly swallow a saliva pill as if it were gonna keep the tears from my eyes, when deep inside i know its not a cure, but a sign of tears to come....
today, as i walked home through a desert of sounds in the empty street, the wind caressed my face, and i smiled, and i wept, and i smiled... confused, with contact lenses panicking in my eyes fearing tears to come, i take a deep breath of that magic air that comes to people when they really need to take a deep breath... and there goes another one.... i look at the gutter between my two tired checkerboard shoes as if it had all my answers... i find none.... and i stand up and proceed to continue wandering through existence, continuing to care about all the wrong things, continuing to ignore the right ones... apparently life is what happens when you just, don't, care... though i am but a simple man, i miss simple things, a message, a voice, an idea, a touch... and i react simply... it is not due to you wind that i wept on the side of the road, outside the door of my empty home.. it is due to the memories you brought... the memories i have... the memories i keep... but most importantly... the memories i weep...