You dark night, hiding my tears, or reveals it? Tonight you're the one who supports me, who weakens me.
Nebulae glimmers unveil some plots of my bare skin where my sadness came moisten.
You dark night, who brought out the silence from your darkest lair.
This deafening silence that wakes in me a consuming passion.
You dark night, who reveals myself in my humble intimacy.
With you I can break, I show the nocturnal world my truth, my vulnerability.
You dark night, who reveals to the world our unsuspected fears.
You allow me to spill my weakness in you.
Something is moving, what are you doing here, you, nocturnal visitor? Unknowingly, you are accompanying my salvation. For a brief moment, you are a part of my life. This secret will remain mine.
You dark night, gradually you disapear, evaporating on your way my melancholy drunkenness.
Soon, soon the day will arrive, and already I forget why I cried.
What if you fall?
I will walk
What if you're knocked down?
I will walk
What if you falter?
I will walk
What if you doubt?
I will walk
What if you're scared?
I will walk
And what if you stopped?
I will start walking again
As a child, you wanted to be a hero, like those in great stories or movies. Those who have great powers and conjuring evil. It inspired you, it lived inside you to the point that you couldn't sleep anymore.
You imagined yourself riding dragons and slaying giant monsters. You had powers that sparkled with beautiful colours, and loyal companions who followed you everywhere in your imagination . A puddle became a pool and the pool an ocean! You became mermaid at the bottom of this artificial ocean, and, while the kids hollered out, you enjoyed the silence at the sight of the sun hitting the water.
And you lived all this with such a force! Sometimes you were running out to unleash that creative passion, and some other times , you would lie in your bed at night and just by closing your eyes, you continued the story.
You've dreamed about it, you were waiting for the day these powers would be revealed to you, when your imaginary companions, with most unlikely gaits would come to fetch your help and take you to these fabulous worlds. You knew it! This day would come! It had to happen! If not, what is the meaning of living in the world of the "grown ups"? Those same adults who said you were too dreamy. Lost in your crazy thoughts, how could they understand you? Because despite their love, they had calcified their imagination.
When you grew up you put it all aside, you tried to push away this whole magic because your friends went away for lack of understanding. Do not blame them, they adapted, they've been formatted so naturally, only you could see the trickery of the world of the"grown ups".
But even if you moved away from these dreams, from these supernatural pictures, you only need a movie, a book, sometimes just an enchanting music to bring out again all these chimerical stories.
Sometimes, you blame them for having knocked on the door of your heart, because you still regret them today, these fantastic memories. Sometimes, in moments of discouragement, especially at night when the silence of the city is at its maximum, you look at the sky through the window and the rage stirs in you. You would like to get up, to throw it all away! To open the window and shout:
"I'm still waiting for you! "
But you are tired of all this, moreover, you even felt a little silly to have thought about this.
You fall asleep while a glimmer tickles your mind, and that light takes some phantasmagorical shapes while you are already dreaming.
At that moment you finally meet them, those imaginary friends who promised you to be here.
- Blanche
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