Screams of whispers in my head.
Weightless.
What is the meaning of gravity?
I orbit around this world.
Derailed.
Unaware. Where?
I am waiting.
Patiently.
For this to pass me by.
I am all worn out.
Shattered once again.
Scattered in smaller pieces this time.
Time. Do I have time?
I am everywhere.
How do I gather every piece of me to shelter from the raging skies of darkness?
I close my eyes. And peace has left me.
The quiet mind I possessed, overturned by chaos.
I have deceived myself.
Now I'm back to ground zero. To square one. Can I please finish something? I would like to see how it feels like to finish a race... I would like to not start new ones undone.
Exhausted of beginnings with no endings.
This life.
This path.
Difficult.
Quit. I never.
Impossible. Never. Ever.
Funny that from the ground, you see clearly how beautiful the clouds are. But when you're in a plane, they are nothing but suspended water, waiting for the process that science is in charge of. What does this mean? To me?
Too many questions, lead to more questions.
I nibble on the sweet promises of fantasy.
Sometimes... It brings me to a place where it is never impossible. I can see myself in a world of limitless endeavours. A place where taking flights is as normal as breathing. Where gold and firsts mean nothing to an equal race. What a beautiful place that would be...
It will never exist. But then, I say never impossible. Lucky me, I have the whimsy of a fairy and the dust of the happy. May not make sense, but in my world, it's perfection.
There in my world, you can walk on clouds. You can taste them and bring them home to your mama.
There are times when I am tempted to live in that world. But there are great repercussions to perfection. Maybe one day... Yeah...
I will always have that anyway.
The key to my own freedom. I have it with me. I kept it in a box of grease. Slippery. Dangerous. Fragile.
I will always have that. Tucked behind a tree.
Sometimes.
There's a longing to walk upside down.
Because I can.
There's a magnetic force that pulls me away from reality when pushed by them demigods.
They tease me with the quiet and peace, now are too expensive to buy. Too expensive.
The price tags. They're everywhere. And money is not even used to pay.
One day.
Soon.
I don't know.
I may take them demigods seriously with their offer. An offer I might not be able to refuse.
I'll play around their flawless garden and eat the most divine fruits this world can offer.
1 step forward, 3 steps backward. 4 steps forward then there's a couple of moves back again. This cha-cha, is not my dance.
Water. I need water.
The tracks of yesterday. They were from yesterday. Imprinted on the cover of wisdom.
But then. There are nights like these that fantasy trumps reality. Where walking on clouds are more inviting than the violating stench of this reality shebang.
Oh yes. My mind.
It will never stop to scream these whispers.
Enough. I need my peace. Stop bothering me with bribery of heaven.
Unfinished. I am always unfinished.
The Finish Line. I would really want to know how it feels to cross it. And I would love to also experience the beginning from that end.
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