Walking THE WALK

For P., who taught me how to see

And we laughed like crazy

As mad men standing in the middle of the rain.

And we drew our minds through the mist

Thinking that time couldn’t pass by,

Believing we still had hope to change it all around,

But life just kept it simple

It took away all those chances and decided we should drift appart,

Appart from being something different,

Appart from being messing it all around.

“We shouldn’t be just mad men”

you said

“we should have been a bit less crazy”

“Or maybe more”

I replied,

But your tong got stuck with words,

In all this tangleless meaning.

And this big gap in the middle of which we’re standing just right now taught us that even in this grey light we can still see each other’s eyes.

We see things differently,

We’re not like everyone else.

We’re appart,

We’re together.

We are…

We read, we laugh, we create, we play.

We believe in seeing though different eyes,

Telling different stories,

Finding each other interesting and everytime more alive

each time we meet,

though time keeps passing (that sucker never stops)

and distance’s still there,

this was never our thing.

We should keep on

writting

imagining

painting with light

laughing at eachother’s jokes when we talk.

We’re still alive!!!

So lets walk!

Let us walk THE WALK.