TALKING TO
A THOUGHT
It’s
difficult to gather yourself from thoughts. And it’s maybe even more difficult
to talk to them without having the feeling that you are surrounded by mirrors
reflecting different images. Because the thoughts are not related only to the
existing things. They are wishes of the present, knitted with memories of the
past and hopes for the future. In which of the mirrors should you watch yourself
first when sometimes the wishes, hopes and memories seem to replace each other
like in a chaotic game with blindfolded eyes?
In
one of those mirrors I see someone alone, sitting aside from the crowd and
watching how the others’ errors are forgiven again and again, remembering he
or she has been driven away from among them for a single mistake. I don’t know
if this mirror is a memory… I remember this very weakly, like in a dream, and
the one driven away sits there, back facing me, so that I can’t see who he or
she is. Could it then be a memory or a fear coming from the mirror of the things
not yet happened?
In
another mirror I see someone hit and blamed by those whom they had helped… and
I know this is the mirror of the memories, no matter how much I would like it
not to be….
In
one of the mirrors I have seen him as well, in a short glance, so short that I
did not have the chance to realize which mirror it was. Could he have really
been, has he already passed through my life, is he going to come some day or
have I only dreamed of him?
Why
are you silent, my thought ?
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