I. Interlude
I had a dream, I woke up in the backyard, wrapped in sharp & pointed branches & the easiest way to escape was to cross to the other side of the yard. When I came out, I could see a big white house & a shadow of a man standing in the window. As the days go by, my dream repeats itself, but the silhouette of the man is becoming more & more clear-cut.
II. Prison
My head in a bag, I passed out.
III. Conception
Now I'm inside of the big white house, I can look out the window, but I can't get out. I can scream but, I can't hear my voice. I feel like in a bottom of deep ocean, no light, no sound, except of him.
Him has a routine, so quiet, & don't notice me, but sometimes is in my back, & I can't move, his cold could break my bones.
He can become like another person, expressions & his movements change, & it doesn't matter if I run, or if I can hide, he always find me, face to face, catch you: he says.
Now, I understand, he knows me.
IV. Departure
While I was standing in front of the window, I touched the glass & it was warm, so many memories came to me, of what it was, freedom. So far away, caged, I let it go all this, all that I was, & all I had, I dreamed of being wind, I run & run, my steps every time become more heavy, but I don't stop, he's coming after to me, I can hear his light footsteps, & now, I have it. Lighters.
When I burn myself, I woke, in my backyard & in the other side, the big white house, it wasn't there.
Dedicated to people suffering from depression, with love: M.
