Three times a day

You feel weird. You are living in the presence, but also immerse yourself in the future and past. It's like trying to get something which is not there, maybe it was or never has been in your life before.

Visions in your dreams show you, that I you idealized what remains to come and these nightmares make you feel that the way of seeing all kind of experiences is the worst scenario of all for being so frankly innocent, just like that child who wanted to take the whole supermarket home.

Automatically, your hands walk to the corner of the room, where the little room table is located. Pink glasses rest on it patiently. Your hand forms a fist after touching the fragile mound.

Broken pieces fall to the grayish ground.

Deep down, the same sad melody from the morning flies in your ear and makes the endless hole in the chest vibrate.

The force of a simple song of 223 seconds is surprising.

You decide to give that feeling a value, even if you really don't like it in any possible way. And suddenly, you smile.