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