Calling

Two-shadowed men are roaming the streets.

Black streets, grey clouds and a new pocket of cigarettes – nothing more, nothings less.

You should follow them, but then again no, you don’t want to know, because they don’t care.

Do you care? A bar is calling for them. Red light and the smell of cheap alcohol, bar full with people that you don’t know. Do you care?

Probably, not, you are one of them. One of those who is following right beside the shadows. You lay there and then in an instance you become nothing.

How many stupid words do you have to use before you can have fun? Give me another beer because tonight I don’t want anything else besides following those men. Just follow my name.

At the same time you now that at the exact moment when they will whisper your name, the game will end and all that will be left – just cheap bar, cheap conversations, cheap smiles, and one meaningless man.

Count your time. The difference between the first and the second is so big that you want to drown in your feelings.

There is a girl. You are falling in love with her, but you need to pee. And when you are finished, she is already gone, and you order yet another beer.

Why is everything so grey?

The morning is calling you, the sun is coming out slowly. You step back, your mind is somewhere else. There is no more men to follow – just you and the empty pocket of cigarettes.

And you are done.

L and K.