Different faces are trying to please every part of
my body, to resurrect a bridge to guide my feet down to its throne, they are
trying to execute the essence of life inside me, and I am so scared. There is
always a fight between me and myself, my mind, and my heart. But this is not
fair for me because they are controlling and manifesting a rage inside me.
Sucking up those lights in the moon and glancing into it so that I could only
now see darkness in front of me.
"You're not gonna make it and you have no
purpose,” deep strong voices are repeatedly saying those crappy words and it
makes me anxious. I don't want any of this to happen. I do not stand any
possibility but to let it drip through my soul and choke me up.
"Just let me go and I will fly like free
doves up in the blue sky, and flap my wings through the breeze while the sun is
smiling back at me,” a sudden voice resonates in my ear, like an old tape on a
stereo in a vintage house.
I can’t feel anything. I want to be delighted but
all I can feel is nothing but sadness. The wrath in my head is pushing me to my
limit to pick up the pieces and plop them in every part, but nothing of that
could fit in. A paralyzed crack in my voice while trembling is compelling me to
whimper, and there, I am roaming through a sea and drowning to death.
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