In shatters

Ripped to pieces

Crawling down below the surface, the shadowy soul awaits its awakening. Old memories flicker on the screen behind, the projector creates static noises as a beautiful scheme appears on the wall. Black and white coloured figures circle around the shards as the drousy dreamer opens his imagination while skipping across the frames. Sparks, little, yellow flames seemingly, spring from the blank stonewall. His fingers touch the non-visible screen, the lips pouted, in his mind he asks his favorite girl out. Inviting her to a fair, a restaurant, while his hands never leave her body. Small kisses flow into the air as he follows the movement of the woman he has chosen, Her eyes lure him into the world on the other side, a world unreal but also unlimited. At first, his legs are shaky but the longer he watches her and her appearance swirling as if she is made out of wind. Her tiny feet create circles on the dusty floor of the temple. Embracing the illusion, he finds himself more and more excited and feels the heat rising up to his head. Ashamed of the blush, he turns his face away from her, still hoping to trascend into her world. But as he turns back, the beauty has covered herself beneath a curtain. Long lines made out of red silk swing around her curves, curves she has gained while he was unable to be part of her reality. A crackling sound clears his vision up, the scheme crumbles, leaving the last image of the woman he has chosen torn into pieces. His inner warmth freezes, his heart becomes numb and his movements end abruptly while he sees his dream-life evaporate into shapeless shatters. Realizing that his emotion was made up for nothing out of a imagined substance, he falls down, his eyes filled with tears. Still, he knows that there has been something real in this old pictures, reminding him of what he could do eben if the existence of his feelings is not confirmed. In a renewed belief, he constitutes himself again to find the presence of his kind of beauty, if not for love, than at least for lifelong comradeship...