FROM ZERO TO ONE

It is from where to start things, as beginning known, such an arduous movement, that sometimes we delay it to the infinite. So it never comes, and that new sunrise becomes retractile. And the goals become a painted horizon in a postcard, just like if its colors would have been eaten by light and the pass of time. Biodegradable fantasy of what could be, with the background soundtrack of tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock… Fully grown monomaniacs, jumping like fleas, replacing long life batteries for cheap store brand ones. Do you have a metallic taste in your mouth? It is your heavy metal satiated thirst. Are you victim of blurry vision? The drops roll down your cheeks in cascade? It is the oxygen free environment of your house. It was taken by a tear gas bomb, you don’t have air, you just can crawl .They want you on the carpet, on the floor, full of dust and parasites, immovable, static and full of dirt. There is a fear that there is no longer hope, the hinges are too stuck even to creak. I know my dear, I feel it too. And I must tell what I have learned, that being in company doesn’t resolve the problem, it even makes it harder to withstand. The lazy convenience, transmitted by the spoken language misconceptions, makes us look ourselves in to too carelessly tagged mirrors. A rainy day is not just a rainy day, just taking it and assuming it like there is no sunny days, the beauty will reveal. Two feet, one step, one little click, the fullness of a continuous present, a walking belt. There is no beginning, there is no end. B_Nour