It wasn’t easy today. I got mad, i went downstairs, where the floor is made of paving stones, the cold ones, not the ones that float in the uncertain halo of transition. As the healthy patterns bolted my sleep down, everything seemed so promising. The waiting list is empty but pigeonholes on the closet are packed, what should I do? The suggestions, dreamy responses, expectations, the scary jumping of the becoming, all of it, in shape of little volatile cards, fell and, as they hit the deck, their splashing made me soaked in impatience. I can choose to play the vanity game, why not? The super woman can trade with whatever that is coming. Give me, give me some, I can take it, no doubts. The armor is turning creaky, that is no wonder, after the blizzard. I think I am going to put on the vaporous silky gown, and confuse them all. They don’t build up things like before, believe me. Call me old fashioned but not reactionary, coming from old school but still getting it. Crop my portrait from the landscape, blinking after the explosion with an alarm, staying in the flow, getting mixed but not homogenized. The limits are getting fuzzy, judges guilty of bribery, deliver the verdict. I have sinned; call me a criminal, if that pleases you. I stepped a few centimeters off the beaten track, as you walk it you get dizzy. I knew it wasn’t allowed but… you know? I’m human. So yes, I let myself go and lost my cool. There is coming, the subsequent knowledge, flexible spring attached to the trampoline. B_Nour
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