reflections

there is nothing important to say anyway, aspirations wane when the belly grumbles with pain. the mother calls for her return, the brother laments of her absence, the sister already bored with life proceeds to shelf, at last. and we keep on moving from one room to another, lifting books and pages after torrents of headaches that seized us for days without, our minds bodies spent and tired from sitting in cars gazing at waters and waterfalls and beaches and rivers and creeks, watching the after-commotion of the man who tried to jump from the lighthouse, spraining his neck strapped and sent to the hospital all accompanied by orange balloons and sirens. so you sit enjoying the breeze eavesdropping people’s sparse conversation and they you as you speak of the cosmos and big bang and space and the ever absurd theories and assumption of cosmology. you have impeccable english, they say, but deep down you know all is just a front to see how loud people can cackle and maintain a steady stream of words. a pause is required, a day of sobriety, of pure unadulterated rest, after endless sleepless days and nights just roaming around exploring the different bodies of the world, exhausting every little detail, naming and marking each territory on maps, losing ourselves in the way, only to gain insight and new resolutions in the end. so we learn. we learn not to turn into different paths where we shall be tolled for our mistakes, or whenever we already have, to head back and start again, open again our books and pinpoint our exact goal.