95. Vanishing point

a sick beat

in crescendo 

coming from that hallway

the one I run down

in my mind

during my REM phase

every night

sometimes 

I find myself 

at daytime

randomly staring at 

the vertice where 

the wall and the ceiling

meet

trying to recognize

that sound

some days

it gets blurry

but every day

the memory of it

is very vivid

it's like

everything

leads to you

the world

still moves

at its own implacable

pace

and I let it drift me

but I'm still stuck on you

I turned every handle

on every door

down that corridor

I excuse myself 

to any memory

that lies behind them

for I'm only looking 

for you

when it gets foggy

I feel I'm closer 

to find you

this is our secret game

of hide and seek

and it gets me by

because I have a hunch

that one day

I'll find you again