Be there II

“We no longer believe because it is absurd: it is absurd because we must believe.”

― Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds

Today, I was thinking about the process of not being (here)

Like, (for example) the impossibility of your existence and mine

(are we sharing the same sky?)

Say, if you were here, what would you say?

“I am here, dumbass”

(probably)

but

you’ll see

the me that used to be (here) has already gone, such a long time ago (don’t know exactly why).

Are you

(still)

here?

Somehow I lost sight of you when I was rambling about

music

shit

love

and some kind of

despair

(because of life, the world and all those old excuses)

Say, are we watching the same green sky with fishes flying under it as if there were no tomorrow  (wasn’t it yesterday?)

I don’t know where are we (right know).

I don’t know if we are (right know).

And sometimes I think it doesn’t matter anyway (me, you, there, here)

Because at the end of the day

we know

those impossibilities are bigger than us;

Bigger than our

(little)

non-existences.

Say, if you were here, what would you say?

Somehow I lost some you when I was rambling about

music

shit

love

and some kind of…

Say, what would you say if you were here?

“What are you talking about?” (probably)

(Are we under the same sky?)

Sorry

Today I was thinking about the process of not being here

And started to think

What the hell am I doing (here)

and if

Do you have all the

asnwers

that I don’t?

(you don’t)

So sorry,

I lost sight of you

when I was rambling about

shit

and

shit

and

shit

and

somehow

If you were here

I think everything would make sense

But

You (don’t) know

I keep rambling about

music

love

and all that

shit

about our non-existences

as if there’s no tomorrow

and

as if we really were sharing that

(impossible)

same old and green sky.

Rambling Crita.