The Life Of Gabriel

 

                               MIDNIGHT ON MARYLEBONE

     

                      Ironically, I’ve found myself facing the problem of my life

 

I was trying to write a book in one go. Cough. With the fixed idea that everything was valid in the age of innovation. My fingers hesitated between finding myself or talking to the walls. For a while, they were enough. Everything was very white, ready to be filled. And I was static. Innocent and unprepared like a new born baby. I began to write a future for which I had no plans. I survived the night with cigarettes and a thousand thoughts around me.

Meeting ironically with the problem of my life. I was puzzled by the speed of my thoughts. I wanted life to be like writing books, so I could sketch and play outside if it didn't make sense to me.

The sin of laziness began. I was studying in an expensive school. The place was jaw-dropping, but I discovered it wasn't the pretense. I was looking in the wrong place. Screaming through a void that the last name would be the pleasure of catharsis.

If I am single, you are just jealous.

Gabriel Colombo