I wonder what was lost and where, the precise moment when we forgot to spell our pet names and to dance… when we turned off the need to emphasize each growing second of being apart from, what it once seemed to be, the whole… Point ? of living ? Obviously not… since life is being carried away, disregarding any personal infusion within this dual cup of resistance, carrying that type of sweet tea, gone, for some particular reason, bland.

I am maybe seeking for some help in remembering me, the one that has raised, more than once, the residual sunset to another level, so that your fading face would be provided with another fighting chance of awakening…  And I believe I’ve been patient enough with the remaining time of self-questioning, with the lack of structure that sometimes took over and with the rest of the falling memory pieces, not in tune with the current song running on this neutral background… Recurrent.