→when death captures me, he will feel my fist in his face
All my life,
I've been scared
of men standing over me.
I suppose my first standover
was my father
but he vanished before I could remember him.
For some reason, when I was a boy, I liked to fight. A lot of the time I lost. Another boy, sometimes with blood falling from his nose, would be standing over me.
Many years later, I needed to hide. I tried not to sleep because I was afraid of who might be there when I woke up.
But I was lucky.
It was always my friend.
When I was hiding. I dreamed of a certain man. The hardest was when I traveled to find him.
Out of sheer luck and many footsteps. I made it.
I slept there for a long time. Three days, they told me... and what did I find when I woke up? Not a man, but someone else, standing over me.
As time passed by, the girl and I realized we had things in common.
But there is one strange thing.
The girl says I look like something else.
Now I live in a basement. Bad dreams still live in my sleep.
One night, after my usual nightmare, a shadow stood above me. She said, "Tell me what you dream of." So I did.
In return, she explained what her own dreams were made of.
Now I think we are friends, this girl and me. On her birthday, it was she who gave a gift - to me.
It makes me understand that the best standover man I've ever known is not a man at all...
I've been scared
of men standing over me.
I suppose my first standover
was my father
but he vanished before I could remember him.
For some reason, when I was a boy, I liked to fight. A lot of the time I lost. Another boy, sometimes with blood falling from his nose, would be standing over me.
Many years later, I needed to hide. I tried not to sleep because I was afraid of who might be there when I woke up.
But I was lucky.
It was always my friend.
When I was hiding. I dreamed of a certain man. The hardest was when I traveled to find him.
Out of sheer luck and many footsteps. I made it.
I slept there for a long time. Three days, they told me... and what did I find when I woke up? Not a man, but someone else, standing over me.
As time passed by, the girl and I realized we had things in common.
But there is one strange thing.
The girl says I look like something else.
Now I live in a basement. Bad dreams still live in my sleep.
One night, after my usual nightmare, a shadow stood above me. She said, "Tell me what you dream of." So I did.
In return, she explained what her own dreams were made of.
Now I think we are friends, this girl and me. On her birthday, it was she who gave a gift - to me.
It makes me understand that the best standover man I've ever known is not a man at all...