Take up arms. A new made up war that was planned long time ago by a bunch of brain cells.
Take up arms. In defense of liberty. In defense of profit. In defense of peace. What is real?
Take up arms. The location was unknown until the day that beheld a revelation had come.
Take up arms. Face the unknown that makes you worry and rant; and calls for teary eyes.
Take up arms. Make plans. Make distances insignificant. Make time spread, as ductile steel.
Take up arms. You bear the unbearable. Wicked pain. You might faint, but strong you remain.
Take up arms. Today, tonight. Tomorrow. I share with you my soul if yours gets stumbled upon.
Only real wars are worth the fight. The only real wars are those from the heart.
He didn’t wake up one day… When the sunrays came to the window pane, no eyelids blinked back at them.
It was fast and sudden. So sudden, as the impossible always happens. It was a breath taken in the water, in a dream, with silver fish sailing around.
The quietness was not disturbed, the numbness of the crickets’ sounds danced the same way; the starry sky did not turn pale; the air’s density changed for a fraction of second, and the same after that, it remained.
He died, in the dark, with no one aware of the event. No one shed a tear, no one knew; and all because the tears were cried too much in the past.
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.