A walk to the park with… no turning back

We are standing on the shore fearless, speaking words that haven’t been told for ages and with them, finding answers long forgotten. We share another sense of being and knowledge, in a completely new meaning, enriched by previous existence. He took my hand and brought me close to the truth, the only truth I have yearned for in a tormented never-ending birth. I only have to reach out my hand to feel it… and finally take it, understand it and close this circle of torture. Moreover, this is what I am doing now: stretch my hand and…

… A voice calls my name. I can hardly rise up my head off the pillow and blindly look at the person in front of me. Yes, I can recognize her: she is the woman who tried to pull me out of my foolish dreams and bound me to a daily living reality. She starts that by gently explaining that I have to get up and do the usual things that a person of my age and gender does.

In a crazy daze a went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed myself, put other cloths on and had my breakfast in the kitchen… just a normal behavior for someone of my age. Nevertheless, I was not really there: all my movements were automatically controlled by a long practice that, in the end, will make the lady happy. My mind was indeed free to fly and recapture scenes and ideas from my dream. It was useless: no word came back into my memory, no truth was there waiting to be learned…only a face of a man talking with me on the shore…

When I felt tired enough of my daily role, I went for a walk. I hardly had the time to make a few steps when, at the first crossroad, a face in the crowd captured my attention. As I did not have a very good eyesight and I was unsure of the image in front of me, I was getting closer with caution. He looked at me surprised and his smile seemed to be a sign of recognize. I felt paralyze, unable to make a single move as many questions sticked deeply into my brain. Why this wasn’t just a dream? Why it didn’t end in the morning? Where did he come from? Why today? Did he have the same dream? Am I still dreaming?

I felt confused and silly not knowing if it was real or this it was happening only in my imagination. I did not know where to start a conversation or at least if it worths to. I looked at him; he seemed to be as helpless as I was. I looked at the traffic light: no doubt, it was green.

So I’ve crossed the street…

M-am născut om şi am crescut robot. În prezent mă străduiesc să ajung în punctul din care am plecat. N-am reuşit în totalitate, însă cred că sunt pe drumul cel bun.

Când îmi explorez latura non-robotică, îmi place: să citesc şi să scriu, să croşetez şi să fac diverse obiecte “de mână”, să urc pe munte şi să înot în mare, să joc jocuri de societate.
Nu am uitat nici de micii mei prieteni cu blană, pisicile. Îmi place să petrec timp în compania lor, fapt pentru care umila-mi gospodărie este disputată de Kirb, Miarys şi Mioja.

Ihrielle – who has written posts on Kirb's Crib.

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