I set out at dusk, the road is warm and dusty. The sun’s retreating, you see, scared little twat knows I’m out to get him. The sky is bare now, its nakedness turns me on. The clouds take their time to dress it up; ah! there they are, the stars! Sneaky bastards!
I hear the wind whispering my name, the night now knows of my arrival; the light has dimmed down in shame. I know where to look for, you can’t stop me. People pass by like shadows on the wall, disappearing as I cross. Their eyes were as dead as their souls, drained by hope and misery. The cold doesn’t dare touch my skin; I have hellfire burning inside of me.
“There’s a way to get there”, they said, “into the skies; you can’t go barefoot, there are no stairs but there’s a way.” When they can’t do, they say. When you start doing, they talk. But I will run; until my lungs give in. With every step I take, I feel my time and skin whither away.
As all the colours merge into blackness, my voyage goes on; against all odds, defying your gods, I lunge ahead. Velvet curtains of the seductive skies can’t hide him forever.
When we cross our paths again, you’ll still find me chasing the sun.