I’ve never been outside, he said
Never seen the pseudo blinding light
darkness all around, all inside
Natural cycles we tend to ignore
Signed papers the dragged ball
neck-chained metal ball impossible to be ignored
Wasting time not allowed
Setting the table, watching the kids grow up
He has decided to begin again from scratch
I’ve never been outside, not bold, not curious enough perhaps
way too busy building up the sand castle, to even consider the light
darkness like a cover on the sand, darkness inside the mind
Questions without answer, out of politeness
sparkles of orange violence
It will certainly leave visible scars
I’ll be outside if you want to reach me, he said
right at the fishpond I will wait for your call
light, blinding light inside