Time? It's never enough. Never enough to say everything you have to say, never enough to know a whole person, never enough for mourning, never enough for regrets, not even for happiness…
You wake up driving on a highway whose landscape you don't recognize. You suddenly wake up alone and what's sadder is that you're fine anyway. It's good to kick people out of your life, it's good to spend your evenings alone by the light of a lamp and with a glass by your side. It is good for you to look blankly and to remember your mistakes made for years. Sometimes you miss it, other times you feel like you're suffocating, but most of the time loneliness brings you happiness.
The smoke spreads fleetingly through the air. Even he is horrified by what you have become. Light a cigarette and light another. The glass must be finished, the soul reunited and the tears wiped away. No time to suffer. You don't even have time to regret it. Put your mistakes in a window and find with satisfaction that you can always make others or you can perfect those already made.
You run your fingers slowly over the edge of a glass that has heard so many promises. A glass that knows your thoughts better than anyone else can. You almost shed a tear, but you remember that a few years ago a story now told you that you smile beautifully. What's the point of crying when failure is also worth celebrating?
You gave up the backstage scene. You no longer want applause for the monologue but for the show. Who would have thought that the role of director could suit you like a glove. Who would have known that your soul had only been a trace for some time? The actors are changing; only the show always remains the same. A roar of applause, a drawn curtain and a grand finale. Broken dreams, ruins hidden in the ashes and people turned into memories.
