Who would say ...
Who would say that my thought is such a powerful hallucinogen.
Who would say, that just by thinking I can escape from the saddest reality.
Who would say, that just by thinking, my goals and my dreams, already seem fulfilled.
Who would say, that in my mind I can hide and see my future realized, not as others think, but, as I wish.
Who would say, that my thinking does not stop in obstacles, because it is not tied to logical and structured reasoning, in I only see myself, enjoying beautiful moments, in the goal with my trophies and medals.
Who would say, that in my thought my trip to Paris is not a dream or an illusion, but a beautiful reality, full of images, aromas and colors, of people that although imaginary, I can not forget.
Who would say, that in my thought, I have wings and I can fly, in it I do not stop logical chains that tie me to the ground, in my thoughts I feel the wind pass between my hair, caressing my face and taking me up to where it is not heard the crying and the sadness can not arrive, there I feel the freedom to be who I want to be, in my thought, the height is not the problem, it is the solution.
Who would say that my thought has given me such beautiful moments.
What happens? Where am I? It can not be ...
Who would say, that my thought is a cruel lie.
Who would say, now that my eyes are open, I'm back in a world of suffering.
There are no more people, there are no aromas, there are no longer flowers, only shadows, here I can hear the tears, and sadness knocks violently on my door when it wants to possess me.
The wings that I can still feel, were only a dream, and now there is only one void that has the name sadness, the same bed, the same room, the same house, in front of the mirror, the same face.
I have to get up, I have to continue, I must continue, total, in a few hours I close my eyes again, and who would say, I dream again.
Thank you all for reading this post a hug.
Atte.
