And I am
here, beneath my blanket.
Breathing
slowly, in a peaceful rhythm of continuous joy and sadness.
I am
static, staring at a null point in the colourful universe of the darkness.
For I am all mem'ries now.
The time
that has past and the glories it had once brought.
I am, at
least for a moment, no longer human.
Astounded
by my own thoughts, I can no longer move or conceptualize.
The blazing
youth has reached its final low.
A new age
opens its door and calls me in.
The train
has stopped.
Middle station. Exit on all doors, a cold voice announced on the
speakers.
Prior to reaching
such state and ending up in that dark, foggy and cold train station, I had been
walking on desert roads. Reaching for a hand or for a welcoming embrace.
A twin
tower had risen in front of me, catapulting me into a state of frenzy, of wow.
That was an
open invitation to join. And I dove all the way in.
I finally
made sense out of that four-lettered word.
This means
that, in its most intimate affairs, my life had reached an unseen state of
stabilization, thanks to those black eyes, staring back at me. Thanks to those
feet, crawling up my legs beneath the dinner table.
Still it
ain't changed.
Nevertheless,
the memories in the back of my mind, they remain and they can open up the deepest pits of my undergrounds, pulling me in like a vacuum.
Times of glittery glory. Of colours. Of love.
It now
makes me wonder and reflect, whether time has passed or not.
No doubt it
has been too short since anything.
The never
before experienced intensity may, however, be the clue that it was it. It was
all the air I had to breathe before closing the marvel gates that mark the
speedy, hazey and stupendous years.
Nothing was
in vain, I see.
Time has
come for me to understand where, exactly, I am, and, most importantly, how
ready I am.
The
reflection in the mirror will not give me any answers.
My own eyes
insist on being mysterious, confusing and, ultimately, misleading.
My hands
claim to be ready for any fight.
It is in
the mind, I believe, where it will all come to be realized.
Stuck in
the middle, tangled in contradictions, caught up between conflicting dreams.
I am all
memories.
I am all
visions of the future.
The train
doors are still open while I face to the exit, unable to see beyond it.
Hold my hand and help me through it, I beg, watching as a tender smile is
slowly printed into the lovely face looking back at me.
It is the
journey I chose.
And the
transition has to be made.
Have a nice week, dear
reader
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