O’Death

Death was here, standing in the middle of the road. His physical form was the body of a man, a man with a deeply pale face. He was thin wearing black clothes and black hairs, he was almost a shadow. No eyes or tooth were visible, his eyelids and mouth were irreparably closed. Death was walking upon earth bringing darkness in his cape. When men and women saw him no panic started. It was not panic they were feeling but horror, a quiet and cold horror that made you serene. The calm was the result of the knowledge that the battle was not worth it, the war was already lost. Death took his first patient’s life with a touch on the forehead, the body fold like rock. The body was empty, sucked out. The second patient’s time came. With him Death showed more kindness by putting his hand on the man’s forehead though the cheek. Again the body felt but Death slowed down this fall and put it lengthened on the ground. The crowed began the run because of pure survival instinct. Death struck hands to make a wave that captured the souls of everybody on his way. It was a happy event for the earth. It was the end of an unbearable era, the disappearance of sad mistake. The reign of men was finally over.

JC

Words for a World

I live in a world of mouths and no ears but with eyes that can only see what they want. I don’t know neither to blame or to understand. What is the use? That wouldn’t change a thing. I prefer keeping a straight face while waiting for my soul to scare. No faith, no trust, no perfection, nothing to admire or be proud of. Accepting a quality meaningless life would be a relief.

JC

Look what is and not what should be

Love, it’s not so much about the good or bad sides of our « best half ». It’s being able to understand the sadness and to share the happiness he or she feels. Love is about the beauty that might be inside us. If you let someone touch your inner self and if you have the chance to touch his or her: that’s what you have to hold on to.

JC

L’homme des montagnes

Un homme perché au sommet d’une montagne, voilà tout ce qu’il était.  La vue qui s’offrait à ses yeux était de loin la plus vaste que la terre pouvait présenter. Il avait atteint son but : voir toujours plus haut par-dessus les nuages, repousser le plus possible l’horizon de ses perceptions, trouver un panorama dégagé de tout obstacle visuel. Le moment de la concrétisation de son rêve n’était pas similaire à ce que l’homme avait imaginé. Il n’y avait ni grâce, ni plénitude, uniquement une prise de conscience. Alors comme tout homme âgé arrivé au terme de sa vie, il allât se réfugié dans ses souvenirs.

Feed on me

Are they looking for me as hard as they did for happiness? Are they sad about my disappearance or do they live in harmony? I don’t know and I never will. Now, I am looking every day into my memories trying to stop the pain that emerges from them. My head hurts, my stomach is tight and my soul…scarred. I tried so many times to fix myself or only to forget my torturing brain, but this is hopeless. I am torn apart. “We’ll go our own ways in peace and respect, there is enough pressure not to make it worth” they said. I believed in it, that was my mistake. I should have known, there is no such thing as a peaceful separation. The one who has been left always goes down, deeply. This is an universal rule that cannot be broken. When someone you love takes this way you only have two options: to turn your back or fight. I fought, perhaps not enough. Some battles have been won but at what price? I wanted a better life for every one of us, even for me. So I analyzed the problems created by this chaos, I answered a lot of questions, made many theories to keep the one I protected in the game of life. It worked, however I feel like I have nothing to do with this. I kept this person from failing. I chose to carry the weight of sorrow. It is really difficult to hear someone you care about saying that you saved her life. Now, I have a hole inside of me, I feel scared and insecure.

JC