Feeling that breath of fresh air flowing on my face, i can't possibly imagine things going wrong. As if the tremendous rythm of my life just started to slow down. A simple deep breathe is all that separates us from thinking, not just having a thought, but thinking.

It's a bit like walking down the streets of the city late at night, all alone. Then, you start thinking about yourself, the others, this homeless guy on the pavement. You start wondering how the hell you got there, and how lucky you are to be able to use your legs to walk, your eyes to look, you ears to listen. The silence is the only reality that pays attention to you, making you aware of its presence at every second.

The heart of the city beats in my chest, the world is split in two parts. Everything is black or light. Empty faces cross my path, all alike. What have they all done to have a life worth remembering? What have they done in such a way that it was the expression of their true self? How did they have a so-called existence on this small planet?

I don't have any answer.

I don't want any.

I just want to breathe again, convince myself that i'll never look like them, disappear at the corner of the dark street.

And feel free...  feel free...

Eric