Set

The sun has risen again over all this frozen land. Smiling at me, trying to deceive and make me not worry about this cold, and this thirst for answer that boils inside me. I sip a bit of coffee and I light a cigar, while my mind collapses again and again in a chaotic ritual in order to create something new.

There is no reason why I should be here. I hear the voices of my lost ones calling. Infusing my head with the sweet thought that life is but a splinter in the tree I must become. I have great things to achieve they say. As a seeker, to put order in the path of the lost ones. To bury the unworthy maggots. But how can this be, when it is me the lost one. A scattered rock. A stray sheep far enough to land an easy prey an a wolf’s meal. What am I doing here when my kind is not? Have I been abandoned? A weak link meant to be removed ? The remaining sparks of sanity entrust me that, even though I am a seeker, I must be found too. That another me is searching. To make me feel again. To understand, but most important to be reunited with my kind.

I’m thinking all this as the morning’s sun made my coffee nothing but cold. A person passes by me, paining me in blunt colors, taking me for granted, to serve no other purpose than to fill the empty spaces between houses. Little this stranger knows that this is exactly like I feel too. A tool at most. And full of resentment, my mind screams into his mind “I don’t belong here”