There is a day on a map of every month. This is a day meant to contain a spare time. For me spare time is an unusual occasion to jump into another reality, draw a situation and just sneak inside unspotted, leaving behind me a world of a grey kitchen. The problem is that a day like that is usually specifically long. A coffee long.
Today, caught in Monkey Seduction I was watching a picture on a page feeling tied to the chair. The page was empty. I was hung over my imagination, couldn't find any input to set me free on this sad Wednesday. Of course, I had my coffee, and a lot of desires tearing my mind til it find a way away. But it was like the waves going against me recently, the ones to overcome and the ones not to let around. And I realized that once Monkey Seduction passes, there is nothing else behind. Just an empty page, and my silent mind trying to swallow the flies falling down through past two weeks of my life. The doubt, the constancy hidden in disappointment and an unexpected visit of The Guy I Lived With. The silence of a night, a sight, an old disappointment, old fear, bad fear, new fear, new hope, new dust, new smile, new day, new chance to draw. New blink of your eyes.
And I wanted to give you a magical island tonight. But it passes. The page is empty. Time to go to bed, to let the mind sleep so the demons can come around.
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