Inspiration blooms through emotions, through cuts, broken hearts and dilemma. You’re my dilemma, just by birth, by chance, or by bad luck, should I say, it was done. Impossibility isn’t only sad, it is torture, it is regrets, it is living, every single day, with a question mark, it is walking blind and not being able to see our world. Maybe this world is ugly, or maybe it is beautiful, but you won’t see, you can’t see, you won’t know, you’ll never know what’s behind this closed door. I see you, you see me, we see each other with closed eyes. We’re already a glow, and perhaps, we could have been the light, the stars, the sky, the world, we could have been much more, perhaps. It’s still dark. Thoughts, imagination, dreams, this is what keeps us alive, and hope, of course, hoping for a miracle at every dawn but slowly loosing it at every sunset. Days count, I want to open my eyes, I want to see if there is a light waiting for us, if you are my light, I know you are, I can feel the warmth through my eyelids, the redness of it rising, it’s so powerful. All I can do is hold your hand in the dark before someone else will, gently kiss your lips like it would be the last time, because you never know when it will be the last one. Time flows, years passes, fortunately I’m still the one in your arms, it’s raining outside, we made it through another winter, our bodies has been engraved in the shape of our bed, our hearts locked together with a key lost in the depths of the oceans, we’re on the same wave, we’re attached, we’re one, for today, for now, but who knows what tomorrow reserves us. Sadly, we still can’t open our eyes, even though we deserve it, we deserve to know, to give it a chance, to throw a cent in the fountain, but life isn’t always fair. Please, don’t leave our story without an answer, don’t end it with a blank page, don’t keep your eyes shut in front of a museum full of art, because for me, this chance is worth anything in the universe.
