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Reading a criticism book … playing some music at the background … some sweet, soft voice slips through my ears … I recognize the song; “For Always” by Lara Fabian … but … I don't understand the words… “for always… for ever”… I work my mind out … but cannot figure out what those words mean … I check them up … I find an empty white space staring back at me from my dictionary … seems some words fell off the pages … I put it aside trying to concentrate on my book … holding my knees to my chest doesn't give me the warmth I long for … I wonder if those falling droplets of water that I notice on my book are falling from the ceiling … I raise my eyes … I see the dry ceiling shaking … I'm not surprised.. a lot of things started to shake lately in my life … I force my eyes back to my book and try to forget about the source of the water droplets … evasive words hide somewhere whenever my eyes try to capture them … I give up and close my book… I sneak into my cold bed … covered by moonlight I try to sleep … noticing that my pillow is getting wet, I indifferently shrug … and move to a dry area … I whisper a few words to God … and welcome that spell that starts to cover my exhausted mind … before losing my contact with this world I feel the wet pillow beneath my check.
