Unsuccessfully repressed anger. A constant and unrelated -if soft- headache.
Awake. Sleep chasing after me. Do not think. Do not feel. The bird and the fish.
Frustration that built up with desires of flesh and soul that have not been met.
I have not failed to see the easy coming beauty. Precious ephemeral rose beds.
Memory needs strength. The reasons. The differences. The love. The needs.
Life. Mind. Heart. Body. Trusted to a sense of certainty. Certainty and hope.
But cursed I am. Cursed it is. The feeling. Curiosity met by creators of doubt.
No one understands. Compounds. Same elements. Different arrangement.
Tears have stopped coming down while seated in uncomfortable bus rides.
The kite has been cut from the cord. Repeat the words. I do not care anymore.
Let it hurt. Let it burn. After one -only one lifetime- it will be gone. Almost it all.
Such a vivid thing; so true to the place where hopes and feelings belong. What had been said, I shared with her on one of those nights that are split in two, both in time and space. She said she never dreamed, I swear to you she did. And so I dreamed for me, for her, and for a thousand more human beings.
Now we are once again fools of what it seems but is not. Write to me no more, I do not crave for your words. True as the line before, I do not wish for your voice.
She is called by many names, and one of them is life… You, life, simply don’t know how much mine you are.
She hurts me deep, a kiss followed by a slap on my cheek. I’m afraid that of her, I’ll never have enough. I’m afraid that of her, I’ll soon have enough.
Oh sweet life of mine, for a love eternalized now, don’t leave my side. We’ll find some peace, an opened space by crafty tools, between your stone wall and mine.