attempts to erase my body.

did i make it? am i still singing? can touch my ear? those were the assumptions in my abstract. this is a story where the mind plays a supporting role. am i making any sense? was it supposed? no one is expecting that from me anymore. in this story she jumped from one bed to another to find her way. the body still lays there. the sheets are white. they are always white, it's important to say. he didn't follow her. you got that, right? he's a bit skeptic and it has nothing to do with a war. there's no warrior nor victim here. no music is played there. here or there? anyway, the silence is overwhelming. actually the silence is more noisy than all the chinese people screaming at the same time. and you know what i mean, they're many. is it about space? is it about time? how can we describe such things? it's not important. it doesn't matter. she forsaken him for somebody else, it was not his fault. is the raining? is it sunny? maybe windy? again, it's not a major deal. you should have known that. mistakes always took place here. they happened. they're happening now. and i mean right now. and i'm so fucking sure they'll happen in the future. so, they're not what makes the difference. i'm trying discover what is all about. is it some source of passive aggressive behavior? why is she doing that? she gives no reason. he's naked. i guess it points out some strong inter-sexual relation between them. but i'm not, not all, saying this is a pursuit of sexual pleasure in order to reach some spiritual growth. it was more a result of an artistic will depicting erotic complementarity. are you with me? i can't think of a single reason why he's still waiting for her, but i certainly can pick up plenty for him to let her go. why can't i let it go? i mean, him. let's keep the record straight. it has nothing to do with me. this is not my story. are you awake? are you dead? there's a very thin line between these concepts. sometimes they seem to be almost the same thing. they have to meet again. she left him because of rules, or the absence of them. he's waiting for her. no place, no time. he just needs her. sometimes music is no longer enough. thoughts are vanishing. chats don't result. sometimes you just have to be here physically. and there's no way around. just be (t)here. just be present. it could be recreancy or courage, it's not clear, but the fact is he's going nowhere without her. so come back. my body's still here. stuck in an open cage, but here. if he could speak, that was everything he did(n't) want you to know.