Current mood:

calm

Suitcase

He was an young boy - my child - wearing winter clothes & I was wearing a black suit and a black hat. The sky was dark, as always in that city. I liked the snow falling on the trees, even seeing it from over 20 years. Beside of my son, I felt the presence of my wife, Amelia. She disappeared about one week ago and, because of my non-acceptance of her disappearance, I was walking by the entire city. The boy was less disturbed than me, because he thought Amelia were traveling. Well. We were walking through a street and I stopped in front of a shop of old clocks and so he did, but he didn’t look at the clocks. This shop was known as Blind Alley’s Clock, just because of the blind alley on the side of the shop.“Hey mister”, my son said, pulling my blouse. “Hey... mister”. Then he started saying whatever it was while looking to the end of the blind alley. He ran. And he called. Once. Twice. Three times. And then, I saw. He was holding a girl, that girl of my eyes. Adorned by the blood, my beloved Amelia was there. Her eyes were opened and empty. Her ruby lips were waiting until she could speak all the words she would never more pronounce. Her hair, once brilliant, were all auburn. She was in the silence. In the first time of our entire life I couldn’t accept her silence.

 Because she was gone.

 And she would never come back.

Amelia. I tried to scream. I could just walk until being at her side. I could just sitting and looking. I was so much like her eyes: there was nothing inside. There wasn’t what to feel anymore. And I wanted to cry, indeed. But I couldn’t. I forgot how to cry and I didn’t want to remember, because I knew that once I did that I would not stop.

The black sky. This is the much it makes me remember you.

 It really... amazes me seeing how much  we could separate ourselves.

How much you... act like you don’t know me.

The black silence. Please just don’t.


(I wrote that some time ago and I still don't know if I should show this to someone.)