I.

The first thing was

a man in the sea

running on the waves,

looking for his brain.

Instead he found his soul!

It was floating in the rain,

just above the surface.

Hooray hooray!

did the man say.

But then,

the mermaids found the man,

they wanted

his brain his soul his status quo!

They sang for him, three

nights and three

days in a row.

All is left of the man,

it’s just sea-foam,

heart

and bones.

II.

The second thing was

a train:

no one knew

where it was going to.

Yet everyone was stepping in

having fate in what is meant to be.

There was a girl,

blond-curly-hair,

soul full of despair,

who just wanted to go home.

Poor thing,

there were no trains home!

they were all going somewhere

where she did not want to be.

She was stuck there! [but, where?]

and she was walking on the platform

and she was sitting on a bench

and she was crying, face in her hands

and then again

and again

and

[I woke up before the end]

III.

The third thing was

a yellow curtain

fluttering in the breeze.

On the bed,

pale female flesh laying still.

From the open window,

a chill gust coming in,

gently tickling her feet,

caressing the ankles and the legs

all the way up to the pubis,

there, leaving a soft kiss.

rubbing its nose on her belly,

all the way up to the neck,

there, licking the skin.

fondling her cheek,

her lips

her forehead

there, leaving a soft kiss.

On the way out,

looking back at the bleeding

bed sheets,

the sudden realisation

of having left the heart untouched.

- a sigh-

it was not beating anymore

anyways.

Black, messy bedsheets,

A red neon light, softly invading the room

Black, messy hair,

A growing feeling, softly invading our hearts.

You, sitting there

with that marvellous smile of yours

that sometimes manages to

escape your introverted shyness.

I stare at you,

Dark eyes in which

you could get lost

I want to get lost

in which I get sucked into

warm sea

that enfolds me,

tight like your hugs,

like when we sleep and

you never let go,

as if to say

I am here and

I am not going anywhere.

Do you promise to not let go?

I have to do something but

I don’t know, what?

Everything seems meaningless, nothing seems worth doing, maybe neither being here.

All the knowledge seems useless: why keep deepening in the World? The more you know the worse it gets anyways. Knowledge means suffering. Plus, you will never know everything.

So,

What is the point?

Here it is, the struggle I cannot solve.

Here it is, the only answer I was able to find.

“Take life with levity,

for levity is not superficiality,

But landing on things from above,

With a light heart”.

(I. Calvino)

I would love to start a conversation, let me know what you think in the comments.