Since he disappeared, I've been thinking unconsciously how much I wish to find another "Him", yet a better version, without his complications.
Yesterday, I saw a man walking by the street, a foreigner, taller than him and not as handsome, but the guy reminded me a lot of the man I want, even in the way of walking. I was behind and suddenly felt I had a sort of magnet inside; I started to follow him. He was walking very fast but there was something on him I wanted to continue watching.
And so I did, I kept walking after him and as I was doing this, I was staring at him like there was nothing and no one around. He had piercings like him, shaved on the upper part of the head and with dreadlocks hanging from the nape, blonde haired, deep blue eyes, with a very Nordic aspect just like him. He was smoking like a chimney, in the same rhythm as he does, breathing out the smoke to breathe in again immediately afterwards.
I started to project my feelings on this unknown person.
Such is the desire of having him back, of him speaking to me, of him looking for me at least to say 'Hi', that I couldn't stop walking after this guy.
My heartbeat began to accelerate, I started to get worked up, I was breathing heavily and then I began to sob in the middle of the street.
It was then when I stopped and kept myself from continuing following him. I watched the guy getting away from me until he finally got missed among the crowd.
I felt sad. He wasn't the man I want, it was only what I wanted to see.
"Put a million miles under your heels and you're still behind him"
(Chris Cornell)
(Chris Cornell)
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