overdosed

All the people are running around. Acting, doing, finding sense in their deeds, or maybe try to cover the lack of it by constant motion. They have no time to think because they are always busy, they can't find the moment to reverse because they are still on the same wave. They can not see the end so they think that is the only thing they can do. They are afraid about passing to the point where everything is done, everything is accomplished, everything is once finished and concluded.

I found myself in this position. I lost meaning for the world. I start to become useless to the people and they try to expunge me from the landscape, from the faces they used to watch each day. I became a little bit not fit in the system, a little bit too clunky. A little bit without the sense of life that they are achieving in endless passing.

I took off on the one station and I still wait for another train and another destination where I will follow. But for those people I am already lost. They will breath with relief when I will finally check my ticket and leave. They can not wait. They can not let the thought about the motionless traveler. It doesn't match to the once established rhythm of life.



In my static position I found the infinite space of the north and crashed with the mismatching. I stay calm because the all is illusion and the all is only the moment that will vanish into the endless rivers of oblivion. And after a while no one will recognize me and my name will be mentioned with blur because I didn't find myself in the stream.

But as usually the circle of life turns quit fast and the moments of illusion disperse into thousands sparkling stars.