Once I reached the surface, all I
could think about was him.
I had imagine that my whole life, would've flash before my eyes.
Instead, my mind was sollely focused on his memory.
My numb body yearned for his touch, his taste, or just his sent.
Whenever I was afraid his mere thought became my shield.
It never occured to me that he wouldn't be there.
In one of the moments I would needed him the most.
In spite of the constant repercussions for my actions,
I was to be this time trully blamed.
Reverberating now with the sound of
consequence,
I loathed the time when I could just
laid back and relax.
Now those thoughts are but a mockery of my current situation.
A current which physically represents the emotional force. Currently pressing down on me towars the bottom.
If only I was born with the gift of
sight
Or I was destiny's desire of a more delirious dream.
Maybe if a had the opportunity to
experience
Life as I truly felt it inside of me:
If only, if only...
It seems a though the only echo that
reflects
The egotistic personification and by
all means
Keeps on lashing to an infinitely
thick wall
That is incarcerating the “IT” to
the flesh.
The easiest way out is always the
most difficult.
The planning, consideration and
timing
Are even worse than actually trying
to control
The joke of life itself by which at that
point
It becomes so clearly putrid and disgusting.
Genies always say that the act of
wishing
Is worse than death because with
death
One know exactly the outcome but
with the wish
The analogy becomes its own
universal truth.
Humans do not wish because they want
They need to want in order to wish
and I say
What is the point in wishing if I
don't want anymore?
In retrospect he is my need, my
want, my wish
my desire to look from the inside out
and not need,
Nor want, nor wish but just plainly and simply
"TO BE".
Eternal
