Your masks… those feeble attempts… those poses… I don’t recognize you! In the waters of the existence, my reflex doesn’t show up because nobody is able to contemplate me. Every moment, a part of me is staying behind… irremediably. And I don’t want it. I think I never wanted it.
Vacuity, skeletons with hopes in decomposition towards an ending dyed of surprise. An asphyxiating darkness holding the hand of a glorious dusk. Despair, one and thousand times! For every moment of uneasiness, an eternity of peace. For every instant of desolation, one million of years of tranquility.
The wind loaded with illusions that will never be carried out, adores the solitude of the silence. Among so many misfortunes, it is just your most sincere absorption that will get you vaccinated against your desires. When the accessory becomes a part of yourself, something will be swept by the Nothingness… in silence…and you will believe not to realize about it… you will be certain it is not happening… but that, it’ll be just the beginning… because when a minuscule island of you becomes aware about the reality, a sad and unstoppable reality, you will start sobbing… oceans of tears will flood the world… your world… and nothing will be the same anymore because despite your attempts in order not to know, you did not get it.
The perimeter of your failure will chain your braveries and you will curse having been chosen to see the light, a light that now, you know, too late, is just darkness.
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