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Let the silence begin!

After a prelude where the wind began to play with my bush roses, the branches started to strike the windows with a deep sense of hatred. I can say the same thing is happening inside my body. All my moods are unable to find a place, the only thing they do it is to push each other to occupy an invisible place.

I can’t speak, think or react. I wish to find a good sit spot to relax. I wish I could find a place that could make a perfect connection between me and what’s happening beyond the window.

Sit, sit on that green mattress!

I sat quietly, looking into the void and I began to feel the silence. I started feeling like I was in a pool, the perfect place to dive and start screaming. Outside, the rain began to hide all the noise, slowly seeping over all geometric shapes. Everything lies in a white, black or gray silence. 

Until you wake up from that form of insanity with violent delirium,  as Eminescu says “ I think I died a long time ago”, everything seems meaningless.

 But there is no special hurry. 

Today.