Uncertainty

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 complication?

Because the beams are jealous of the sun shining for them

And just only for them. For two lovesick souls that are no longer sad

I have no tears

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

Confusing me

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.

In abstract terms 2

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.

In abstract terms

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