... turning the key, mumbling something incomprehensible, he stood there turning his head to the right, to the left and for a short moment seemed to hesitate. Unsure of what he should do, a familiar feeling grows within his chest. He had been here before. More than once. There is nor there will be no coming back this time. Insufficiancy leaves a bitter taste. It' s of no use, every further attempt would be failing and nothing but a well intentioned but nostalgic and therefore avoidable waste of time. There it was, undoubtely, the end of something. Dried dust got in his eyes. He somehow felt ridiculous while the anticipation of a tear appeared and simultaneously dissolved. The key slips in his pocket.
This something behind the door will remain there like a dinosaur's footstep in the ancient mud of the web's graveyard, like a undefined space debris orbiting endlessly our small, blue planet, floating and never arriving anywhere.
Taking a deep breath, he glanced enchanted in the bright and clear summer sky and felt the fresh breeze coming. He pressed the invisible button, spread his arms, felt the upcoming wind in his hairs, slowly lifting his feet and then taking him somewhere else, far beyond...
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all.
Arvo Pärt - Spiegel im Spiegel MP3
Samuel Barber -Adagio for Strings (via lostinyourbox) MP3
Yours sincerely,
Benedikt
3 comments:
shame, really... but a very poetic ending nonetheless. Thanks for the years of great musical inspiration, and I'll see you at Peter's! ;)
Schade! Man sollte Leidenschaften nie leichtfertig aufgeben.
Da hast du Recht. Gebe aber die Leidenschaft nicht auf, noch würde dies leichtfertig passieren. Was ich nicht ertrage, ist wenn ich den selbstgestellten Ansprüchen nicht gerecht werden kann. Dann ist Schluß, ansonsten wird es profan und beliebig. Ich melde mich via Peter wieder, versprochen!
Danke
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