Completely naked

You looked out the curtains. You wandered about why you had curtains. You asked what was that thing that you must hide. You thought about how many curtains you had in your life. How many houses you built, how many rooms, how many faces, how many dresses. How many friends, how many relations, how many objects, how many toys, how many sensations, how many feelings, how many memeories, how many waters. You went to the kitchen and turn on the kettle, saw how the voltage from the wall was being trespassed to the cables, from the cables to the platform of the kettle and the heat was produced, then the water begins to move, you thought that water wanted to scape from heat, that’s why, then the boiling starts. The particles are finally going away, becoming vapor, becoming so subtle than they can fly. You felt sorry about them, because eventually they will return to the liquid state, cold in the room was hard. You took the cup of hot water and drank it, that also was an illusion, they will eventually go out trough your urethra, and some other absorbed by the system . What was real. Nothing that changes so much can’t be. You went to the sofa and kept looking the window, no what was showing, but the window itself. You wandered about its shape, about the form and structure of it. Why it was rectangular, why we stablish that form like the objective form of things. You went to the bathroom, your prediction got verified, the water was no longer in the body. The water in there, how different was from the water in the dishwasher. Another curtain you thought. What can be done in this subject? You took the phone that was on the table, electricity again. A rectangle, and electricity, a new window to see, but absolutely flat. Then you looked at the table, wood, what a three must have been , never saw a three in your house but a table; that’s another curtain. Suddenly things started to show up. You got excited, the window no longer was a window, you saw the crystal, but not the window, you saw the steel, but not the framework, you saw the skin but no the body, you felt the muscles but not the leg, you felt the blood, you felt everything that didn’t have a name, you felt that everything never had a name. You smiled at the window, you saw people outside, but not people at all. You saw the clouds, but no clouds at all. You checked your face at the mirror, but it wasn’t you, there were some round things, and a tube with two holes, there was a big opening beneath that, some bright rectangles, some red meat, more skin, but nothing of that was you. You opened the door, went outside and there was no outside. Your house was no longer your house, there you were looking some walls put together, what was a house but another curtain? You were always exposed, no layers could ever cover that. You took another sip of your no so hot water, but it wasn’t you, just a hand taking that to warm a temperature in some system covered by a fatty envelope named skin. You talk to your child, you smiled, because never had seen him like now, you never really had seen him. Kissed your partner, hold your hand, tell me what your holding. You looked at the bulb, electricity again. You looked at your hands, electricity again, you looked their eyes electricity again. You went to the kitchen, turn on the kettle. You went to the sofa, sit there for a while. You put on some TV show. You press some bottoms in a rectangle remote control, you saw no form at all. You were playing, playing a wonderful game. Never have been so fascinated since you were a child. You remembered how you never trusted your memories. You remembered that always though that this wasn’t your life. You always though that somehow this was imposed to you, but you never had a chance to inquire on that. Life happens. You take another sip of hot water. You remember how much you liked cookies, a hole package would disappear in a blink of an eye. You remembered your future. You saw it clearly, you saw the sun shining and was so obvious. You took a little grain of earth in your hand and admired it for twenty short minutes. You laugh so loud that anyone could hear you. You looked out through the window again, and saw a whole different world, a perfect world, you saw madness and it was fine, you saw joy and it was fine, you saw sorrow and it was fine, you saw every little particle, every little pixel was perfect the way it was, there was no comparison to that, there was no other possibility that what was right there. You took another sip of the hot water, everything turned black, but not the color, was an absence of color that you called black. There was no space, but still you were there, there was no time in there, but still you were. Was just you. Absolute silence, then a shout. You saw your child face screaming at you, you saw a lot of people around you, they were all dancing an agitated dance, moving hands and shouting very loud, you smiled, what a beautiful scene. Your child started crying, innumerable water particles were getting out of his eyeballs,you saw how his face turned red, hysterical, you could not do nothing, they were moving a body, they were taking a body, but you were still there, looking. Some lights started to been seeing far away, the boundless space has no limits you though. I have no limits, you didn’t though, but lived that words, I never existed you knew, It was just a dream you realize. No pills could ever reproduce this, it wasn’t the overdose, it wasn’t the poisonous water, it was you, just you with any curtain to cover what was real.