From times immemorial I lived in darkness,
in blooming silence. Eyes - only able to see
in darkness, ears - only able to hear the
beat of my heart. My senses are dead.
Eternal darkness - eternal silence -
dreamless sleep. I roused up by an
unfamiliar thought: flared up pictures had
died like falling stars. My hope for light
rushed through my body. An unknown but
warm voice cut the dull silence: words which
never would open my closed lips. Weally, I
noticed a pale face but full of life and with
a painful expression. I foresaw its tears
which never would find their way to freedom.
For this long time I had been on my own but
who was this transparent statue?
I was able to see with its eyes and able to
hear with its ears. I felt with its senses...
I absorbed its thoughts and dreams to live
there in. But as soon as sleep had left me I
was alone again, nearer to d**h than
before. One feeling remained, my yearning
for breaking out of this darkness to float in
radiant light to understand the spoken words
after all. I wanted to conquer the regions of
light and tone. Therefore I would fight. I would
cut off the veil of darkness with my beholding
eyes. With my hearing ears I would force the
silence to scream.Then the spell would be
broken and I would be free. Now - in the
distance I already can see the light and hear
the gentle voice that tempt me. I walk
towards, try to touch it...
Finally, I step out from this world into this
light. As I reach the source of light and tone I
see the pale face with eyes full of life, I listen
to the words. I'm not alone any longer.
But... It's my mirage.