A Dreamy Tomorrow

On a special night, I sat on the pavement to drink my coffee. The weather was cold, but my feelings were as warm as the cup in my hand. I began to think about myself, my family, my friends, my neighbours each one living on my map, while I was sitting there, the pleasure of silence fondling me trying to turn off my feelings and awaken my imagination. It was as if the street full of people was chanting with one voice : Tomorrow we will live Tomorrow is coming I liked the chant and stood with them to chant: Tomorrow we will live Tomorrow is coming we kept on walking until my feet became heavy and the pain started to cut my throat extending to my mind, my heart and my side. I could see the pain cutting me but at least I didn't feel it as if it was deceiving me. We continued chanting until the sunrise ... it was done, as we wanted The pain tried to escape but I followed it, held it and cut it, bit by bit. The silence lingering among the people tried to end my story and awaken my feelings The cup fell out of my hand the cold attacked me and kicked out my imagination Then I turned back home chanting Tomorrow I will live Tomorrow is coming