Does anyone believe in change?...

He left the house. Behind stayed all the racket and chaos that some of them called a party. Going down the stairs, he felt different, he felt free, loose, untouchble. The feeling was overwhelming...

As days went on, he felt thirsty, it felt like he was being taken over by this great sensation of power. Although barely a week had passed, it seemed years had gone by, and he had learned from all the time it didn't exist.

- Why care? Why the sudden impulse of doing what is right when nobody notices and noone gets nothing for it and you are the only faceless loser to actualy get slapped over it? -
The feeling altered, he wasn't himself anymore, or his old self at least. He was stronger, more resistance and even more reckless. To him, the only thing that mattered were his loaded six string and the booze. And the company, the female company... or at least the objects that made him feel not THAT alone. They weren't like normal people, even less like him. They were his, and noone else's, that's why he could do whatever he wanted to them regardless of the consequences, and noone had a damn to do with it. He felt like owning, instead of owned... He felt great... too great... The untouchability of his greatness blinded him from reality, and all that he was before was just that: Past. And past was made to be forgotten... So he thought...

Then, descending from his heavenly throne, he reflected upon the time since the ascendence, putting the lost pieces of time together, and realized...nothing changed...the face didn't change only the name, and the nam was something he wanted to keep buried. But he realized... the time wouldn't've add up to this, neither would anything he had gone through... so...

- Why change? Why the sudden impulse to make it all wrong, when everything that has ever changed belonged to his own world, where nobody could see a thing and the only one living up to it, was himself? -

Again, something altered. Not the feeling, not quite. He altered himself. The expression in his face chilled at the ultimate conclusion. The pain of being aware that he deceived himself was astonishing, the shame overwhelming. So he rose, again, not to the throne laying alone in his dreams of his own world, but to the door left slightly opened behind him.

So he went, back to the old grim corridor to his own empty apartment, right there, on someone else's world...

Long time no see...

Again,
sands, winds, faces and waters
of time
came and faded away...
The days wasted
hours passed,
the sun, again, went up and down
countless times.

The melody played,
constantly, unmutant...
as for the voice singing,
it faded, it broke, it has got
stained, polluted and unpure...
what once was a Beautiful Song,
became an Unbearable and Hurting SCREAMING!
and it stopped....
like Me...
it stopped...
It rewinded, but did not turn back...
Erased all that was behind, shut the melody from playing
and overcome all of it to become...Silence...
...a whisper...
...a lost memory...
...a faded dream...
...a forgotten face...
...a muted conversation...

And then, sudden and smoothly,
like a baby born to the world,
like a hopeless soldier reaching his soul to the sky,
I openned my eyes.
Nothing had change,
nothing had been lost...
the time passed, but that ain't new...

Looking back I realized what happened:
I shutted myself from me, and ran away
from myself.

But I got back, I've made it back...