Remembering who we are

It is felt when thinking about anything A sort of blank hole to fall down, It opens the path to a new world full of either happiness or pain Because of not knowing what to think about, Neither about pity nor about joy Pleasure, by means of it, is difficult to achieve But easy to feel through illusions Heart pounds in such a deep way that is in love with it. It gets rid of rules and obligations It provides delight Brimming with happiness is the path to such an uncertain hole But the tree broke my fall. It keeps me through. The uncertain is such a delightful way for insatiable desires It is a constant want. It actually seems to be a life’s must Maybe yes or maybe not, why maybe? Because it is unclear Would it be risky to jump into the hole? Imagine a sort of flying looking for pleasures Two melting shadows under the sky Kissing each other under the sun But are the beams of light who do not allow the shadows to kiss Why such a ...

I have no tears, but feel like crying. Dissatisfied with this Even knowing that I can have something much more better Than this mere mode of life that anyone desires For me it is neutral, a balance between the good and the evil A kind of thing that will never go ahead Never in such a good way Never full of happiness but anxiety Anxiety of thinking about a near future In which happiness is not going to be present If I had had the opportunity to go back in time Anything would have been started There would be nothing right now but fate Predestination and time are the only who in believe in They will decide what is about to happen I have no tears, but pain No regret but sorrow But a grief hindering to advance To achieve happiness To fulfill an essential need

If they say you don’t do that, You do it. Just you do what you shouldn’t do Pleasure? The forbidden. You deeply  look at me, Gazed at me. I don’t understand what it is, What do you mean, I’m lost in your words, Because they confuse me, But they please me.  Two different things at the same time, How can it be possible? To get the same pleasure within the same feeling, Don’t know what it is. Maybe soon.

It continues. A strange feeling comes and goes, Don’t know what it is. Probably soon. Trying to get an explanation of what is happening, Don’t achieve it. Can’t find the words to express it Something missing I lack of the unknown, of the abstract Will be physical… but I don’t know Inspiration comes in, Guides me through. Finding it, Don’t know what it is. Really want to know why it arose, A pressing need for that. Will continue.

It takes place. Something comes into mind. Dont know what is it. Grasping around the brain and feeling it so high. Gripping me. Something that i would never know or maybe yes, as if something unknown was deeply soaking in the skin, what is it. Heart pounding. Then feel anguish, so much. Is it a new sorrow? Or was it an old one? Without knowing how to act, thinking about act. Acting, and.. perhaps. Extremely passionate but too heavy to hide. Indulgence, Not possible. Maybe next time to realise what is it. Meantime the choice is to wait. Wait for loving, hating, believing or desiring. So much the better, my own