Tunnel I

She was crying and crying and crying. Her tears were all over her face and neck. She was lying over her wet pillow. With her dry eyes she was looking up unable to sleep. She was sad not only for those past lost moments, but for how she was feeling now because of them.

She had found her own way to the dream, her destination. She had to walk through a wet and dark tunnel in the bright end of which her dream was depicted. It was difficult because of the darkness, but she had with her the appropriate tools; patience and belief. She was doing it very well. In a break though, she saw something like a window. She thought to open it and then a huge storm burst out. Violent wind blind her eyes. She lost her vision, her direction. After the storm she closed that window by pinning screws and wood around and across it. She took a seat for a while to relax. She started looking for her tools among the leftovers, but she thought to continue without them. And blind as she was, couldn't do a step.

Ένα παλιό κομμάτι, στα αγγλικά γιατί τότε προσπαθούσα να τα χρησιμοποιώ όσο το δυνατόν περισσότερο. Υπήρχε λόγος. Εξετάσεις. Ότι μπόρεσα να περισώσω από αυτά που θυμάμαι. Δυστυχώς δεν είχα κρατήσει αρχείο. Το πρωτότυπο διαφέρει λίγο και είναι σίγουρα καλύτερο. Έπρεπε να αναφερθώ σε αυτό επειδή το πιθανότερο είναι να ακολουθήσουν κι άλλα κομμάτια συνέχειες του Tunnel I.