This is the end… of today’s path, of course, many other final declarations of silence could be projected in the near future… but today’s closure is special, brings up some serious items of self reassurance and control… more likely disclosing the lack of it… I am standing straight but secured by no vertical reference, I am trying to lay down on the cold floor to pick up some imaginary footprints, fading away towards the closed door…

I am minutes away from shouting hello… who knows, maybe the echo is in a better mood than yesterday. But mostly I will whisper goodbye… friendship can be lost at sea, if strongly enough waves of constant disappointment and false caring continuously challenge the bounding vessel, so fragile by the nature of uncertainty used as home-guiding reference…

So it appears that is still possible to project the inside storm to the outside and still amplify it to the point of giving up hope… To the point of detaching that last phrase of independence… from you.