OVERHEAD

I have been lying submerged in a meadow in the grass for some time, watching the morning sky. No, I haven’t gone to bed yet. How could I get up so early in the morning, and why I should do it? Why volunteer to give up my own dreams and exchange them for the morning glitters? It has never happened before. That’s I prefer to sacrifice all night just to see the sunrise. Like it tickles the blades of grass with its fingers so that from the very laughter they shake the morning dew on the ground and it slowly and inevitably soaks into the ground just as I do it myself now, at least that’s how it seems to me now.

I lie down and quietly, with a smile on my face, watch the balloons balloon off the ground and take off, every moment they are higher and higher and slowly disappearing beyond the horizon so far that they are no longer in sight. The sky paintings on celestial canvases with an inexhaustible mixture of all possible scenes in front of me. It’s like being in a picture gallery and the most magnificent works of leading artists of my time flickered before my eyes.

The day has long risen and it will be noon in a short time, it is the right time for everyone to have lunch. Just for that brief moment be able to stop time. Seeing, breathing, feeling and laughing, yes handing out smiles in all directions. And for me, what for me, what does it actually mean for me? I should go to bed, as I have done so many times after a sleepless night. But today I decided to change that. No, because I’d like to see it change day minute by minute, but just because of the fact that I don’t want to move. I guess I’m a fool or maybe a dreamer. The day has long risen and it will be noon in a short time, it is the right time for everyone to have lunch. Just for that brief moment be able to stop time. Seeing, breathing, feeling and laughing, yes handing out smiles in all directions. And for me, what for me, what does it actually mean for me? I should go to bed, as I have done so many times after a sleepless night. But today I decided to change that. No, because I’d like to see it change day minute by minute, but just because of the fact that I don’t want to move. I guess I’m a fool or maybe a dreamer.

From a distance, gets to me yelling from the little yellers, at times the sounds approached and then moved away again as if the ocean hit a solid rock wall, and it doesn’t make me move either. Why too. I lie and watch a heavenly performance that has just swung into its second act. It’s a classic work, but with each passing second, the plot and cast change.

The night is slowly falling on the ground and I am still lying in the same place. In that green arms and I’m letting drift on the wings of my day. Being that balloon for a while that floats in the air, I will peek into the doors of cities and pass the roofs of the mountains and I would sail across the sky as ships sail across the seas. And in the end, I would become the little dot in the distance that tells children at the end of a fairy tale book to go to bed.

Wake up? No, thank you, I’ll be lying here like this.

(29.05.2022)