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The ardent fear of finding our truth, a truth bringing suffering, a terrifyng image clearly at our grasp.
But we refuse to see, we refuse to listen, we refuse to suffer
Till the very last moment when we understand clearly, There is No running away, There is No sheltering our eyes There is No covering our ears Nothing can devoid us from the futility of every and each breath we took on this life. Leaving us empty and innocent
Nullified
Back again, in my Reign of quiet chaos, Silent shapes moving in the shadows of my mind, Dread Reflections of an illusion, broken by now, An illusion where I found shelter, for a while. Till suddenly I woke up.
This world is not for us. We have to shape ourselves to live in it. We didn't asked for it, we didn't wanted it, we've been thrown in it. Change, Adapt, Evolve. Only into self development we can find the strength, only changing our deeper self can give us the power to change this world, and affirm 'I exist'
Society
There are no people, just masks.
Desolation
And like a night sky, of ardent gelid splendor shines my soul among the stars. Alone, in a misleading kaleidoscope of lights, Yet full of void
Reflections
Words are like sunlight, They can warm a life or they can burn a soul.
Reflecting syllables from mouth to minds, Unleashing blades from lips to hearts.
Equilibrium
I feel so broken, yet so complete.
A leaden sky, veiled promise of a blind, calm rage. Dark gray clouds that shield a sadness that goes beyond what once was a clear blue sky.
The darkness , the abyss, so imminent. The warmth of a touch, feeble, invisible thread attached to a life. Invisible, sudden and unexpected, disruptive, as the confused euphoria of an illusory salvation devoid of all hope.
We live through the suffering of others , we find the lifeblood of our happiness in someone’s pain, as well as our suffering fuels the lives of somebody else, in a vicious, ignored circle, like variables of an equation struggling to balance each other indefinitely.
In our human arrogance we do not see that the only thing we can really do is close our eyes and get dragged into an amorphous, inconsistent time. Only then we realize that we are that time , that dark sky, that brimful universe of bitter tears that no one can dry, daughters of a pain that only nothingness can heal.
The tragedy of a life, silent, despite the screams, deaf despite eardrums vibrate.
Like every single life in the universe that speaks, that listen, that touches eachother, without actually feeling, withouth understanding.
Like an imperceptible sound to our ears, an unknown color to our eyes, empty, unintelligible.
A landscape of mirrors, reflections, evanescent lights, hissings silences, grinning masks.
A mocking world.
What can a man in front of this overwhelming reality if not give up defeated, become himself a vacuous swirling light, distorted, lying, stagnant in a colorless time.
The pathetic attempt to remain "Alive", clinging to the slightest semblance of love, of life,
Which readily breaks like the illusion of actually being anything more than an evanescent flash of light scattered in a selfish and quiescent time,
Endless, Motionless.
I have always found in my sorrow the strength, the reason, something that pushed me to carry on. Until I had something or someone to hate I felt good, I felt like I was moving, i felt something.
But since I feel the emptiness in me harboring, i would trade every happy moment of my life to have back a source of suffering, to return to have a reason to despise something that is not the world or myself, to return to exist.
We wait an entire life for a way to follow, for a sun to shine on our path, just to find that there is no way to follow, that there is no light shining upon us.
There is nothing but us, lone star in a pale universe.
A World shining itself.
In a world madre of sorrow, isn’t stillness the greatest and only happiness?