I am still gazing into the distance and my view settles down at the horizon line.
All of a sudden I am able to recall shapes of a person trespassing the field of my vision.
The person draws closer and the film fades out.

My hands slide into the pockets of my jeans to explore the depths.
I am left in disbelief as my left hand brings a small parcel wrapped in an old newspaper to light.
Impatiently, I try to unwrap the bundle

but it takes a while as I lost control over my hands trembling in excitement
in the next moment a tiny pendant drops out of the paper into the palm of my hand.
It's a little whale, disappearing in my pocket again.

Desperately, I try to forget the bundle but it will take a while.
The scenes of yesterday are still spinning inside my head.
Just like a humming-top, spinning and spinning.

They'll spin forever. On the edge to throw the newspaper away a photo attracts my attention.
It's the sea again. But where's all the shiny blue?
My eyes run over the text to reach another photo.

I am confused.
It's black which shimmers at the surface and I can discover how
the white light of the sun gets split into all colors of the rainbow.

Oh, how they lie pretending a life of ease.
The photos should have been printed in grayscale!
The black mass ties every single soul to the ground.

Featherweight turns heavyweight
And there's no escape. I think we're guilty.
I know we are guilty

and there's no escape. Yes we're guilty of building sad landscapes.
We're taking the air to fly. We're taking the water to swim.
We're taking the soil to grow. We're ending lives.

Birds should fly sky-high, shouldn't they?
and fishes should dive deep, to peacefully fall asleep!