Echo
sound of a water dripping from a cheek it is a sunny day and it is raining and the sound of a hard voice whisper, talking, talking, slowly "are you sure?" "you want it?" "what" i reply "her" it said "who? her, maybe yes but i do not know" "her or her, that one or the one you wait almost everyday" "i do not kn....." "yeah because you wait, and you can choose one of them but you choose to wait" the voice slowly fade, it gone again, i'm alone in cafetaria frozen, freeze by sun slowly and slowly why and why do i have a meaning a mean for someone, to be,or something that i already have the echo, the voice, the picture from my eyes still perfect and i'm a nihilist, meaningless