The Number 22

Mannish boy plays in my background

I’m here at this moment in time, alive

Above me lay layers of grey clouds

But which way is up? I wonder

Artificial light casts an ugly reddish facade upon them

But I can always see who they really are, always was able to

Effortlessly.

Are we really just a lump of electrical impulses?

Do you have a soul, my dear?

If you do, can you let me see it?

I promise I won’t scratch it

But before you do

Don’t believe my words

Don’t let words fool you

Into seeing me as I saw those clouds

Red and polluted

I’m just layers of grey

I snow sometimes, just like the sky did the day I was born

Did you also see the rain inside me darling?

It’s raining heavily tonight

I hope it snows soon

I’m suspended in a memory

Like a spider in its web

I crafted all this, with my mind

In my solitude

I drink the fucking alcohol, I celebrate the warmth of that evening

It wasn’t snowing that day, It was sunny

And happy

With all its glory and colours

And the green tree, and the stupid pigeon

And the damned time running on us

It was also December

That day, I was born

Before I was re-born

Think of the stars honey, I always do

That’s one way we could connect

The cosmic way

The only way

See you

One day