The champagne-air
Gewitter, Gewitter. At 3pm the sky got so dark that the street and park lamps lit up. So dark so dark and the yellow, strange light. The air like champagne before the storm. How beautiful, the storm.
Looking at the rain fall during class.
I have found myself reflected on the window glass: infinte, sparkly. My head is down, Im sad, wrapped by the smoke of my cigarette. I no longer know if that reflection is an illusion or if it is me. The hollow image.
I feel the noise around me, but the shapes sink in the crystal atmosphere. The light covers them and they are so far away, that I cant feel them anymore.
Im alone, my head is down and I dont suffer anymore. Maybe, there, in the back that other "me" has a shivering soul because of I-dont-know-what-pain. I leave her behind.
I dont suffer anymore. I look at myself and the others, twisting feverishly in that gorgeous sky.