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Drifting (short story)

Sometimes I am whispering your name... When nobody can hear me, when I am hidden in my rooms, inside the cold walls around which there is no one for miles...

It is not that I miss you...

I ran away from the moments without you, imagining I am holding you as before.. Then, I allow myself just to breath nearby you without words, and my body starts healing from the alien's touchings, from the kisses of strangers in whom I was devotedly looking for you... although I knew in advance - you were in none of them.

I wish then to disintegrate, that my ash spills till my nonrecognition, and stay in that breathing forever... close to you...

I ask myself why I had to meet you... Why you had to leave me... Why I do not know how to walk alone, my steps are stumbling, my knees are scratched from falling and repeated up-standings, from trying to stand up, vainly...

You won't give me your hand; wont ask me how I am, just one forgive me and your conscious is peaceful? Is there.. is there a justice for those who walked the wrong path by their own will, knowingly what they are doing.. It is bitter the taste of your skin under my fingers.. yet I do not blame you for anything...

I just want more of you.. Just I've seen no dawn since that night in which we parted, when I hadn't even a presentment of its determination.. How many months I needed to realize that? Maybe I still did not.. My darling.. My love.. My...

I was not telling you that at the beginning... Since I was, like I've cursed us...

Of course you are not mine, but still you are... My love...

Will anyone of us three succeed to be happy again?

Me, I don't think so...


(Written in May 2005)

Lying awake in this nut house of contradictions. We don't get up before 7.30,so the washing,eating and recreational rooms are all locked.
Denied.
Despite the drugs, trustless tranqs, nobody seems to ever sleep that late... increasing restless brainhunger.

Strong waves of synchpop drone through the walls, lilting bubblegum sounds pounded scattering through the eggshell corridors, bending tunnels, blinking minds.
The broken erratic buzzing.
Even the music adds breaks,shouting 'you need what you can't have '
It jingles and the isolations of our worlds are transmitted through the scattering shattering waves.