we’re sitting on the steps of a post office, and i breathe in deeply
\nthen the nose in my scarf, coughing, choking,
\nthey’re all laughing
\nlooking at the sun’s reflections that a window projects
\nin the street.
\ni get up, i put my my hands in my pockets,
\nlooking at them, trying to listen to them,
\ntheir laughter that sounds louder than anything
\nin my ears.
\ni notice some cars, a highway
\non the sidewalk. i look closer,
\nthe cars are white, all headed towards
\na puddle of dirty water, and always
\na stain of light, like the pavement isn’t clean,
\ni dig my camera out of my bag, and i frame
\nthe stain,
\nthe cars, so white, so white on the dark sidewalk
\nthe lines,
\ni hear their laughter and their voices,
\ni turn around, they’re looking at me,
\nthey’re saying something
\nP. takes me by the shoulders and looks into my eyes,
\ni say something, i try to explain
\nbut the words melt in my mouth,
\ni laugh,
\ni breathe in briskly, i try to find some oxygen,
\nP. is on orbit, J. says so urban jungle,
\ni turn around, stare at the cars,
\nthen at the sky, so blue so white.<\/p>\n
we decide to move, we walk slowly,
\nthey’re talking too fast and i’m freezing
\nmy ears are hot, my feet are light, like a cool breeze
\nwe’re hungry now, and thursty,
\nwe enters in open bars and shops,
\nto give our flyers,
\nthe village is so friendly now,
\ni can’t focus, i try to focus,
\ni frame in my head the time passing
\nso quickly,
\nblue and yellow,
\ni can’t talk
\ni say i’m in a time warp,
\ni’m in a vision trap,
\nwith spots and colors bouncing
\nirregularly in front of my eyes,
\nwe get in, we get out, i lose their sight,
\ni frame in my head the time passing
\nso slowly,
\ni stare at faces, windows and empty shapes,
\nit’s getting harder to unglue my gaze
\nfrom the streetlights and the gutters
\nit all melts into some completeness
\nbut i’m lonely and i want to close the shutters
\nthat open to this world.
\ni start to panic somehow,
\ni’m convinced i’ll never have enough time,
\ntime for what ?
\nthe time is distorded, and the city is blurry,
\ni feel we need to get out,
\ni need to get out, i’m in such a hurry,
\ni need to run, it’s sunday,
\nbut i don’t have the time, i don’t have the time.<\/p>\n
at last we find a cosy place where we sit
\nand order breakfast.
\ni stay silent, like no word is ever going
\nto fall from my mouth
\nexcept for a joke, and they laugh ever harder,
\ni can’t follow their moves, their talks,
\nthey’re too loud or i’m too quiet,
\nthrough a haze of noise and pastel colors,
\ni hear J. asking if i’m okay,
\ni flash her smile, her eyes, in my mind,
\ni take my camera to picture her and A.
\nto feel less uncomfortable,
\nsitting at this table, with no clear line
\nto follow.<\/p>\n
we leave around seven, we’re sitting on the steps of a post office, and i breathe in deeply then the nose in my scarf, coughing, choking, they’re all laughing looking at the sun’s reflections that a window projects in the street. i get up, i put my my hands in my pockets, looking at them, trying to listen to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-192","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-unfinished-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/192","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=192"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/192\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=192"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=192"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=192"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfor another round of bars with our flyers
\ni wish we could stop again,
\ni wish i could be in control again,
\ni wish i could think,
\nwe decide ourselves for a last glass of wine
\nand a cigarette,
\nthe darkness around helps me
\nto stop losing my grip more completely,
\ni stretch my legs and i’m not going to fall from the stool,
\nthe air i breathe isn’t shaky anymore,
\nand maybe it’s easy for my eyes to move,
\naround me they’re talking busy,
\nslowly, my words quit stumbling between my lips
\nand when my drinks are finished,
\ni can picture myself walking on a soft mist,
\ni close my eyes, i focus on a point far from now,
\nand i breathe out,
\ndeeply…
\n
\nsoundtrack : k’s choice – not an addict<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"