533

turning from side to side, still crunching my teeth , I had a few moments of total relaxation . But they didn`t last : flash / 533 - red as on the screen of an electrc alarm clock that is supposed to tell me something .

but my thaughts are chased away by the morning coffee and I seem to forget about red .

from time to time I remember the previous night : trying to say something, but not being able to speak ...trying harder . stop. spin . volume down . lights off . and we`re gone ...

sun burns , sun sets and i`m back into the arena . it`s filled with people .

treasurechest not found at pirate`s inn ; previous feelings turn into their opposites

my mind is overwhelmed . I am overwhelmed . i`m soon drained

and I find myself on the same path : where is everybody ? ( strange coincidence : same thing as last year , and the year before , same day, same situation )

no sun , no waves : i`m just watching towards E : sand, looking glass and fog .

what happens when E becomes W ? what if ?

what time is it anyway ? 5 20 ... something is about to happen . music becomes just a terrible soundtrack and every change seems threatening . I forget about the trambling , it`s not even that cold anymore . or is it just me ? I don`t want to have all those sensations .

all my attention ( am I sill capable of that? ) is captivated by the blurry line above the sea . good Morning[glory] . all becomes pinkish . it`s 5.33 !

"i`m confused . or wait ... maybe i`m not ! " - written on a t-shirt . I stare at it and i wonder.

I look up : treasure found

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