quinta-feira, 20 de fevereiro de 2014

Finitude.

- They almost caught us.
- No, you almost let yourself be caught. Were you really trying to let her find you? Us?
- I don't know. Yes.
- Why?
- You know what? Look around. Life's definitely not like movies and books. People are never interested on other people, not really. Not to the point of deeply knowing them. People don't know, people don't see, people are not often interested in looking for other people if they're not around.
- And you'd let yourself to be caught for that?
- It's not to being caught... it's to being seen! Sometimes you have to let yourself imagine how it would be to be discovered, to be read. I wonder how it would  feel to let people know that I'm a freak, that I'm a weirdo...! And to be part of something...
- Something true.
- Something different from the trees and the darkness they ignore everyday.
- ...
- What?
- What a bitter thought.
- Bittersweet
- Still you laugh.
- I never said I was unhappy. Not for me.
- What do you mean?
- I'm just thinking that if I were them, I'd love to meet me.

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