[ нелепость ]

i feel numb.
my skin are deteriorating, my flesh has left me.
i am dragging my legs across the darkened corridor.
blood-stained, out of focus and freezing up fast.

am i already dead?
am i having a horrific dream?
please wake me up,
sing me a lullaby,
grant me such great dreams..

where i can sing,
smile,
laugh at silly things,
eat,
drink mineral water,
walk,
run as fast as i could,
jump,
fly to wherever i want,
be optimistic,
inspire my dearest ones
and be tremendously energetic at the same time!

go ahead and try, if you really care!
as if anyone really cares…

so here i am, at the end of the corridor,
in front of a worn-out wooden door.
crashing onto the floor,
helpless, like a forgotten folklore.

could i reach the door?
would i open it and find happiness outside?
should i hope to be alive once more?
but my humanly figure had abandoned me.
my spirit had been taken away from me.
and i am hopelessly trying to cheat my own destiny.

lucky me.

~ by d-i-t-y-a on April 1, 2007.