The Dialogue

"I just wish this thing would leave me alone!"

"It won't leave you alone so soon, just learn how to live with
it."

"I can't, I even feel it in my neck, for fuck's sake!"

"It's all in your head, dear"

"I feel like dying."

"It's your call. I would say that dying is the easiest way out."

"Sometimes I think it's the only one."

"Look at yourself and the others around you. There's the exit. Kill the
thing by opening the door and breaking the circle."

"How do I break the circle?"

"Concentrate on it, find the center, destroy it and erase it from your
body."

"But there are so many fears, so many grey clouds..."

"Look to the recent past."

"What for?"

"For living purposes."

"What do you mean?"

"Take a good look."

"Stop with the riddles!"

"These are no riddles, these are boulders that you have removed from
your path."

"Still the riddles...give me answers..."

"You have them in you, just make sure you're asking the right
questions."

"I'm fucked!"

"No, you're just suffering in vain. There's nothing wrong. The thing is
almost dead. Endure its presence for a bit longer. All of it will go
away."

"Promise?"

"I hate promises."

"Then what?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

"What?"

"Nothing."

A mid-summer's pic-nic

OF SAILS AND PIRATES

To Becky, an inspiration

We travel endlessly
And from heart to heart.

We meet those who might be coy of speech
but who carve themselves in our minds.

And though we’d like to stand by them,
We can’t shake the feeling that festers in us,

that we must keep going and sail from shore to shore.
The feeling that we always need something more.

And we hoist our sails with power,
For the wind dries the tears in our eyes.

And we know that what we don’t know
Is what keeps us trying and fighting.

A family on the dead man’s chest
And a bottle of rum full of friends.

We are pirates, corsairs on our way to
The greener lands on the other side.

With nothing to hide, nothing to regret, nothing to fear.
And in our hearts there is no blue but that of the sky above and the sea below.