Looking out my window I observe a world of sadness, where souls are linked by a small thread of love, but it is not enough to look for our human connection, since we only need to look for the truth of our existence, that silence becomes our sigh and hatred is part of our essence; we think that humanity is this, to be compassionate with our enemies and little idiots with good people, it is true that time heals everything, but it will never be compared to the pain we feel, when we are deceived or death touches a loved one, it is impressive how the tears of blood become part of our cheeks and our heart seeks an outlet for its beating.
Loneliness is a master of feelings, where our life is immersed in the true atriums of love, resting in caves of uncertainty, which show us the harsh reality of destiny, time being our greatest ally. Dementia is latent in our daily life, being our skin its best canvas to mark any reality. We are connoisseurs of greatness, but we will never understand the designs of our heart, because that is where our secrets are; what we represent as beings, is divided between our presence and our departure from this world, with these two panoramas, we can fantasize about the future, but never recreate our past.
Our eyes cross with the angel of death, waiting to hear from his mouth, that we will be separated from the last day, thinking about the evils that pursue us, where life has been worthless and our spirit has risen to the top of hades, but leaving aside the recipe for eternity. Let us look back and think about each step we will take, only then will we understand why we exist and take each cycle of life, as a teaching from our ancestors.
I remember every night where my feelings have been on edge, but I have also remembered how I have come out ahead, making every second worthwhile; temptations will always be there and we will be responsible for our actions, there are no culprits or much less, people who teach us to dream, we are born with a common sense and that is to be able to have greatness, to achieve a finite success and we all know that it does not last forever, but that is what we want to live, to have the ability to reason and fight every day with our inner self, it is worth it to wrap ourselves in a life of tragedy, but we know that we are alive, depending at all times of our absolute truth.
