Pieces of reality

The soft voice of the sea breathes calm
As my memories breathe life
And bring back a thousand pieces
One day spread at sea.

I along the pieces that pack me,
I fill in the blanks with imagination
And I make a portrait deformed but real
As real as the life we believe authentic.

I glue the picture that I built into the previous picture
But the frame is not as naive as I am
And the world stops making sense
At least while someone wears a suit that is not his.

And I laugh about what we think we are,
I laugh about the things we produce to fit in suits created by the laws of fear.
I know one day we'll laugh about it together
And I just breathe calm, calm all the time.

Note: I wrote this in 2011 to a friend who unfortunately committed suicide.