As a Footnote

actual living space abandoned for the air in the mountains. moved into a background. gap space and not a real space. created another reality. treasures.

Once it was over, we just stepped out of it and went right back into the actual life. We got back into the trucks we drove before it all happened. Doing what we are told. We went back to the unsatisfied-kill-myself-for-someone-else-on-the-job-life.
We went back to staring at unreachable girls and boys who sit at a nearby table in your typical coffee place, fancying making love to them, getting kicked in our teeth by their lovers, getting back into our solitude trucks over and over again... Getting coffee, beer and blood all over our shirts as we drive through the life of routine and unhappennings.

abandoned living space. created life. universe just for US. Step outside of that ill-routine-natured reality. emerge ourselves in the non-reality. reading not the lines, communicating not the words, seeing not the surfaces. blurry minds. couldn't grasp the sequence of events. eternity of drunkenness. No rules. Just closeness. as a footnote. real, naked and without clothes, just loving and not overspilling. the most real. stepping out of life. The light. I saw our light as a footnote in the boring saga of life.