I’ve been waiting for more than a month this book to be shipped. America, why you have so many good books I can’t find in the UK?
We all are single universes trying to find a black hole to connect with each other.
You see a person or an image and you start looking at it, observing it. It already caught your eye, now is the time to explore it. With time you start getting more and more into it. You want to make it part of your life, part of yourself. You find yourself thinking: “I can do it. I want to do it.”
So, you go to a date or to the studio and you get it. If you are brave enough. You start showing it everywhere, you want everybody to see it, you think the one you have is the best. You can’t take your eyes of it. You start associate yourself with it. It was the missing part and now you feel completed, more yourself than ever.
But there comes a moment when you start feeling bored, you got used to it, it’s not entertaining or special anymore. You even find it annoying when you wake up in the morning and look at it. You start getting annoyed more and more, asking yourself: “was that a mistake? What was I expecting?”
You miss the old you. You need a change.
One day you finally make a decision. You don’t have to be brave this time, it has lost its glamour already, it doesn’t mean anything to you anymore.
So, you go to a date, or to the studio, again, this time is the last one, though. You break up; you put yourself under the laser. It hurts, and there will be a scar. On your skin or on your heart.
But isn’t it the same after all?
I wait to be discovered.
I’m not a fossil
And not everyone is an archeologist.
I’m not a coin or a broken bracelet
And not everyone has a metal seeker beeping around.
The only metal thing in me is my blood.
I wasn’t made of any noble alloy.
The only noble thing in me is my still existing humanity.
People don’t need it.
Maybe it’s for the best if I remain undiscovered.
After all people only like the distant things.
We know more about the surface of the moon than about the ocean.
The closest things are often unseen.
Thank God I still have my soul.
Even if it’s invisible.
Last call about my soul:
Does anyone want it?