Where not is – dying to become

We walk with hurry through the streets in to the buildings, in to the cars, in to the tube, on the site walks... We are never satisfied where we are, because where we are, we are not; where we are its just – and it will always be – a place to be. We need what we don’t have and those who have what they want, are still seeking, looking around, wandering in wonder if, if it’s there an if that can become an is. How can it be possible? Is there any logic – if logic is there – in seeking for something that is unknown? Are there any things in your known feelings that can connect with that “something”? And even so – if there is –, when and if we get it, how can we know that we get it, if we don’t know it?

[How can I reach you if we cannot talk to each other, and even though we could, it’s unspeakable the ways of disagreements and misunderstandings that we come up with – we unbury your souls, with an unspeakable pleasure, just to bruise one another –? The time we lose just to get by the opened bruises – you said once that my eyes were the sunset horizon and I believed you and I told you that we were forever, we told each other that always and forever where the ties that bind us… – was not enough to overlay the silence growing up between us. Time as passed by and we become arid deserts, two monsters powerlessness facing our loneliness of being as we were: when did we start living dead in life time? When did my words become daggers leaded to you? When did you become that hard and cold wall of carelessness? When we lost courage of truth and believe of honesty, there was where we start deceasing – and how truly easy was the bend of our hard slip].