Walking on the street, fearing your shadow. Shadows. There are at least three. One of them screams in edgy voice that nobody hears.
Fear is all around us. It's in our beds, smiling quietly, it surrounds us, waiting. It has been waiting all along, under everything you ever loved. And then it awakens and our skin crawls with it.
Don't be afraid of darkness and night. At last, you are the only witness to the circus of shadows and empty carrousel. Loose yourself and then piece together again. Just as last time.
This city will house our memories. The time without fear. The time when it belonged to someone else. Not us.
Don't fear the darkness and night. Fear something you once loved.
See the steps in front, the steps you will never be able to climb again. The touch of fear changes people. We learn to live with it, to sleep with it.. It never lets go. Just wraps around tighter and tighter.
All you can think of is living, just keep on living, while the restless stranger inside keeps walking, keeps breathing, keeps ..
I walk at night |