A glimpse into chaos, an electron that pops in and out, a thought that vibe checks my days, a reminder, an insurer, a voice inside my head judging me for every bad decision I make, for every resource I waste, for every second spent in the present without thinking nor planning my future.
And then, I ask those classic questions of existence, chasing for a reason, motivation, desire.
“Why do we live?” and quietness captures my mind, the voice going silent, not even its mind can be heard.
In the awkward silence, I like to imagine that the entity of that voice looks down, lost, thinking about an answer, with a shy guilt in its eyes. I go closer to it and ask again “Regardless of reason, how can one say that it has lived?”
My friend answers like a child after a scold from its parent “For it has enjoyed it”.
Like that show “Lucifer” but with a twist, I take one more step and whisper to its ear “What is that I truly desire?”
We look in each other’s virtual eyes and understand the moment. Time and space become one. Past, present and future have never been apart. I’ve always been here and I’ve always been afraid and I haven’t lived properly.
Such was the quarrel, now the pause between us, this text has also ended like it has begun – all of sudde
Emanuel Ștefancu 