I’m in bed. It’s early, but the darkness that invaded my room and possible my world convinced me I should sleep. And I know what lies ahead for me, another dreamless night. Never thought of the emptiness as a monster, but that how it seems to right now. I miss the pointless sounds of cockroaches that used to inhabit my nights, instead now I find company in the echoing sounds of the nothing.
I miss the voice of distant impudent laughs of shameless hookers. I miss the scent of cheap perfumes of obscure sources that possibly traveled miles to eventually land peacefully on my nostrils. I miss the casual visit of wandering ant, who thought of my palm as a potential place for a nest. I miss the sounds of music I used to hear in my head, did the pianist die? Or did he willingly leave?
And most of all, I miss having you. Or is it that I miss having a “you”? I miss it when my questions returned with answers. I miss the handholding that made all the hysteric anxiety fade away.
Que Dieu ait pitié de la bête.
I miss the voice of distant impudent laughs of shameless hookers. I miss the scent of cheap perfumes of obscure sources that possibly traveled miles to eventually land peacefully on my nostrils. I miss the casual visit of wandering ant, who thought of my palm as a potential place for a nest. I miss the sounds of music I used to hear in my head, did the pianist die? Or did he willingly leave?
And most of all, I miss having you. Or is it that I miss having a “you”? I miss it when my questions returned with answers. I miss the handholding that made all the hysteric anxiety fade away.
Que Dieu ait pitié de la bête.
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