Nocturnal… Again…
What if I was like
out of this world.
Yeah. I know, again…
You are going to say
This guy is lost…
He is gone…
Not maybe.
For real.
Yes, I am gone…
Gone for thoughts that never came
into any conversation.
In a conversation.
Not with my friends.
Not with my family.
Of course not with my dates.
Sometimes I think.
Yes, sometimes I think.
That whatever I think
is kind of daydreaming.
For this matter.
Whatever anybody thinks
is really useless.
Because
whatever we think
whatever we have lived
whatever we have seen
whatever we have touched.
Is just a part of our individual lives.
It does not mean anything for anyone else.
Maybe, it does not mean anything to us anyway
.
Is just a moment.
A second.
An hour.
A day…
(”What a difference a day makes
24 little hours…”)
(Again, not my words…
A song I have in my mind…
Sorry, I don’t remember who…)
Whatever…
What we live
what we don’t live
is just a glimpse
of the vast amount of recalls
that we have.
Like the trash we never
wanted to dispose…
Because sometimes
we don’t want to get rid
of the trash we carry…!