cloud nine

'cause in the end it is all full of shit. all you need is love and comprehension, but everyone makes you believe what you really need is a new phone and a fancy car. and then again, when i am on my way to the bar i feel like something is stuck along my throat. i order a cold beer right away and wonder where to go throughout all the empty corridors. 

there is a room, a big room, full of expensive unnecessary furniture, full of joyful people. there are many windows providing all the light they need to observe each others lack of taste. in one of the tables, there are all the colorful souls, drinking their bottled wine, talking about the future; excited to follow without any kind of resistance the ideals of our unbalanced society, prepared to be the workers on this big construction; it makes me nauseous, the idea of their plain acceptance of being mere bricks and nails for something that irrefutably claims to be bigger than anyone else, anything else.

i take a look outside and right beside the entrance to the bar, there is another group of people. these look  shady, their faces are unclear. they are like a mirage, i know they are there in that moment, but i can't know for sure if they'll be tomorrow. it's not because they don't want to know, it is exactly the opposite, it's because they care. they are the people that you want to be your family, trust me. simply because they are as broken as i am and they don't try to hide it. they show me all the pieces and together we try to fix them, to make it a whole. i never had the chance to achieve it, neither have them, but we won't give up, ever.

finally, at the end of the corridor, there is another room. a small one. it's about ten squared meters, it's all dark, but i can tell the walls are pure white. i can feel the magnetic field that leads me there. you, love, not giving a fuck about the system. we are alone and the room is almost empty, there is just a pack of cigarets and two bottles of beer. 

and, god, in this second, i really know that there's where i want to be. we light our cigars, have a sip and just lay there, filling ourselves of each other, until the dark becomes our light.