- T: So here we are, you’re running to it, I’m running from it, but for now we’re still here, so… cheers old man. The traveler picks up a pebble he found stuck in the fishing net next to him and sends it skipping across the water… they both watch it skip several times and finally drown out of sight.
- S: That maybe the smartest thing you’ve said all night kid. You see, we aren’t so different you and I: you’re running away from death, and I can’t wait for it to come but we’re both centered on this idea of death. Your anxiousness and my bitterness prove we’re alike… He stops for a couple of seconds, looks around him again, to the sea, the stars and the lights far away. We’re both equally stupid… Look at this man!! Look at this beautiful sky, and you’ll know why we’re idiots. We’re out here, surrounded by so much beauty, right now, and all we can manage to do is worry and complain. We’re everywhere except where we should be: right here. You’re worried so much about what’s going to happen that you’re missing out on all of this. And I’m no better, I mean I’ve been running away from pain so long, that I can’t seem to stop, breathe and just enjoy the view. But now that I’m here, hell!! It’s worth it, I mean just look at it. He stops talking again, but this time it’ll be for good.
- T: you know someone once told me that the reason they call nature our mother is because every time you’re deep in your own mess, acting stupid, she’ll definitely slap some sense back into you.
The sailor smiles lightly to one side, as if smirking, but he seemed to have shifted somewhere else, or maybe not. Maybe everything and everyone was so shifted out of their own selves that, at that moment, when he was deeply rooted in the present, he seemed as if he was somewhere else to them, but in fact he was in the only place that mattered, the only time that mattered and he finally was the only person that mattered. He was himself, a sailor, broken nonetheless, on the edge of some boat. He had found his shore in the middle of sea. Deep down, he knew at last, that this isn’t about beginnings and endings anymore, it’s about openness and depth now. The sea had finally conquered him, pierced through his soul to share its secret.
The traveler keeps looking at the stars, everything seems lonely: the sea in its coming and going like the son he once was, in that long white hospital corridor. The stars, standing still, with their fainting light, like that man he once was, down on his knees, crying for it all to stop, because it was enough. And the night, that long black shroud, well, it had earned a different name, a different face since the time he sat in his car looking at her looking back at him. The night was that young woman who was trying to kiss the good into goodbye. Trying to hug the ache out of it all. But not him, he was already elsewhere, he was already alone. He was thinking of the morning hangover, of the headaches, the heartaches, so he decided he had enough for one night. But the next day it hurt just the same and so does it hurt tonight.
- T: I’d like to think that we’re made of the same stuff, you and I. he keeps looking at the stars. I hope after we’re long gone, some sort of light will keep on shining somewhere, something that we can come back to until we get our goodbyes right.
A sanctuary of lost wishes, lighting up the night of a loved one. A knock at midnight, a passing wayfarer with a bag full of hope, who quickly vanishes into the night it came from. But we’re not alike, – picks up another pebble, throws it up and down a couple of times- because although you may have a bag of hope stashed somewhere, I am the night you vanish in, empty as death. He sends the pebble into the sea, and walks away from the edge.
Eddy Abi younes