2004-04-20

hope

Stone cold roses lie on my table, covered with small drops of rain, like tears. the earth is trembling, i can feel it. are you there ? i don't know, i look around, there is no one in the room. i see old wooden walls, dirty black, rotten. the floor is covered with dead leaves and sand. i have a feeling that says that i am not alone here, a sense of presence. i suddenly smell a perfume, a distant hint of it. hope is starting to evolve, but i must be careful. Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. should i be afraid ? i get up, i start moving, i circle around the room, the walls feel wet, the ceiling is dripping. i still feel it in the air, i think it's outside, waiting for me. but there is no door, i feel startled, i hadn't noticed. there is a hole in the ground. all of a sudden. i think i myself must go through it, to see where it leads. should i ? is it really waiting ? maybe hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies. i will go