The collector

And here you are… you came again, once again, just right now that I was starting to feel better.

Without any loud warning, I found myself in the dark!

I know this darkness though, and after the first moments in which I always sadden myself for returning, I’ve learned to survive with that sickening stench and blurred vision.

I’m not fooled by the mind, which likes to put me in the corners, relying on my fears, I start humming any tune and with my eyes closed I imagine being at home.

“As soon as day comes, I’ve to decide to renew the furniture. There are pieces of furniture that I don’t use and they are so old that they smell… go away… I don’t need them anymore. Then, I have to create comfort zones, in where I can spend some good time when it will be cold outside and finally I would put several points of light in order not to find myself in the dark if the current were to blow.”

However, sometimes I try to crawl with small and slow movements, looking for the way out.

“My legs are numb, I’ve been in the same position for too long, I have to move them but I don’t see anything and it would be risky if I stood up, then I could crawl, after all this is how we learn to walk as children. Come on CRI, come on (I start cheering myselft) badly you will collect bruises, but it will be worth it for your freedom.”

And so, sooner or later, the light always returns and brings new awareness.

I’m a collector of bruises, of skinned knees, of twilight lamps, I have matchboxes in every drawer but above all I become an expert interior decorator.

Even in the dark we can learn to see, everyone with own abilities, it’s enough never surrender to fear and its allies, but for suoerstition, always keep a source of light at hand.