1. SOUNDING FLOOR
birds are suddenly singing too loud.
I don’t know where to start with this story.
this story probably starts directly with you.
for a moment waking up in a square room that
is almost like a white cube feels
like a salvation.
nothing to stall your gaze on.
eyes are caressing the whiteness.
no matter how hard I try to hide from the fact that I am in love.
who can blame her?
try starting from depicting the word “reality” with a pantomime, dreamling!
so finally, I am skiing again in the mountains.
a friend owns the biz so she said “you are free to grab snacks in the restaurant”.
we are gliding down the valley, I am showing off and I slip.
I slid off directly into a mountain lake.
splashes of snow are not reflecting the sun anymore.
rocks are showing their tongues.
they are eager to lick the base of my skis.
I fly for a moment.
my ski partner is yells something behind me.
and I see myself descending into this goo.
half-ice half-water. my skin is buzzing.
the only thing I think of is how to detach the skis as fast as I can.
I’m swimming out.
alive. It’s cold!
barely, barely, barely.
but then you need to get the skis out.
but someone is heating up sauna on the top of the mountain, so the lake is getting warmer. I walk around the edge that is not that steep and try to understand how deep it goes.
my ski partner is watching me in awe.
I need to get the skis out of the water.
I go deeper, closer to the middle, isn’t it always the middle where we meet?
and I finally find it.
I feel a kick from the hard wood of the skis that floats and bounces off.
and then I dive. the water is brown.
I hold my breath and dive in again to get the other one.
in deep shock of what I just did and while swimming back to the shore I realise that I should not date her.
I’m just still thinking.
just taking a short rest.