Blinded by the light.
Tuesday night
I am not supposed to be out.
Why not…?
It’s just is because it’s a very long time
since days, or nights
had no name.
Everyday
every night
was just a number.
No names. I mean
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sundays
were just another working day.
Or another day off.
That was my life for 8 years.
Days were numbers.
Dates.
So, for a moment
I just felt it was those days.
Not anymore.
But, old manners
stay with you.
In the subconscious
sometimes
taking charge.
So
last night was one of those nights.
The old night traveler
got back.
Watching the void above
aware of the always treacherous surroundings
aware of the possible dangers
aware of the impossible beauty
that only the ones deranged like me
are allowed to witness.
The friendly dark.
Oh yes, the dark is not always menacing.
It could embrace you
if you are only admiring.
If you are only taking a sight
of unseen beauty
unseen activity
unseen beings
doing whatever
they should
in silence
undisturbed
by the daylight masses
ignorant
savages
the masses
blinded by the light…
The dark has its wonders
reserved only for the ones
that respect
that open their eyes
to the faint light
and ask for permission
to walk around
and never challenge anything
that no one understands…
Image: Paranoia, a movie.