cold feet hit the ground
under the quiet night
to find the perfect path
to take me to that perfect spot
where the water is not so deep
and where the distance is all so gone.
Just to find my empty room again, full of memories and mixed emotions.
I had time these days, to think. I tried to forget, but I couldn’t. It overwhelmes me, the feeling of loneliness and cold. I thought… and I have a couple of stories to tell.
To begin with, I miss that train station…
friendly girl in the scary gothic shop
good looking couple in the maserati
lady in the amsterdam chocolate shop
helping guy in the unknown hotel
proud belgium beer store owner
english man in the english bookshop in Paris
asian ipod girl singing and dancing french on the street
metro information guy
I woke up today, just after a heavy sleep. Woke up… just to see myself sleeping again.
But, to my amazement, I felt something incredible. With my feet wrapped in the sand, just like Belgian chocolate, the freezing water of the north got me, kicked me. And I just stood and watched. Cause it brought me relief. The grey pale sky, the small, loud waves, they all ate me, ate all my fears, all my problems, all I ever had anyway. I wanted to stay, I wanted to live there, to watch, to let it overwhelm myself…
Was so beautiful.
Like honey falling from my spoon the same morning, creating a maze, spinning randomly. A maze to my heart and soul. Or a random maze to someone else’s. More sweeter than honey, more powerful than the sea, and ultimately more powerful than me.
Two eyes suddenly displaying in front of me, everytime I try to get my mind of regular stuff. Those to eyes I could watch forever. Now lost.
Lost and lonely… blocked… thoughts…
Old cities, rainy and wet.
New cities, calm, though, lonely.
Hours pass by, every day, on the nowhere road, while memories roll down by my very eyes, dripping like paint, on a big white wall.