He finally gets to open his eyes...

He finally gets to open his eyes... Silvery blurry shadows glow beneath the window. His eyelids try to get shut, but he resists and sees that's where he's heading, his destiny. He wakes up and stands firmly, looking strong and awake as he gets off the train...


The pick hits the A string strongly as the song begins to end, waiting for the drummer to mark the final beat. He leaves his bass on the floor as he takes the bottle, letting water flow through his dried throat. They all are tired, and as they start packing their stuff, a cell phone rings. He takes the call, wondering what his old friend would want, although he knows where he should head.

Dark and lonely streets guide him to the bar. He finds the owner, his only true friend for years, waiting for him at the door. They share a cold handshake while they stare warmly at their eyes. He enters the bar, leaving the bass on a table. Hugs, laughs, memories from good old times, worries from today, beer flowing, ... He knows what he's gonna find, the bittersweet taste of old friendship; it's just what he needs.

But all good things come to an end. Finally, it's time to leave that bar. He walks along his only friend, talking about stuff which should never even be thought by guys so young. It's time for him to leave, the sky is getting blue once again... but first  he's got to do something. The bass hits the floor as a rock as he hugs his friend. As always, it's an awkward situation; he's much shorter than his soul mate. Finally, they arrange to meet again soon, and leave.

The path to the metro station is short, though it's not easy to get there. He's worried, he wants to help but he can't do anything else, he gets strong to fight for others because... because he's lost all will to fight for himself. The only reason why we are in this world is to help others (or so they say), but he'll never be one of those "others". He just needs to help, that's the closest he'll ever get to what they call "happiness"... Those are the thoughts crossing his mind while waiting for the train to take him home. It's been there for too long, it should start moving at any moment... It will start moving... He's too tired to walk home...

He finally gets to open his eyes... Silvery blurry shadows glow beneath the window. His eyelids try to get shut, but he resists and sees that's where he's heading, his destiny. He wakes up and stands firmly, looking strong and awake as he gets off the train...

Walking down the hallway, he knows he can't resist his own destiny, his path. He accepts it, and just walks out of the shadows to feel the burning rising sun on his deep ocean eyes as these words start to come to his head.

Finally, he reaches home. He starts to make some coffee and turns on the computer. There's lots of works to do. But, before the coffee is made and duty kidnaps his mind, there's something he needs to say, something he needs to write. Who needs to sleep when the soul needs to talk?

He gets himself a cup of coffee and, back to his laptop, opens a new text document and starts to type...

"He finally gets to open his eyes... Silvery blurry shadows glow beneath the window. His eyelids try to get shut, but he resists and sees that's where he's heading, his destiny. He wakes up and stands firmly, looking strong and awake as he gets off the train..."