“Being”
“Holding on a single string,
I grab an existence which is no longer mine
I drown in thoughts that don´t belong to me
Walking through paths I don´t recognize
My feet hurt with a strange pain
My salty sweat floats in front of me
My skin itches with an alien feeling
Shivers down my spine borrowed from the neighbour
I´m a fragmented piece of cloth, suffering
An horizontal abyss
A piece of wind blowing prejudiced affections
Which threw me out of the steep ladder
With no one to sustain the fall.
I am?”
José Ramos ©
Inspired by the patients with schizophrenia, whose minds struggle to know unity…
Location: Alvor – Portugal