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What is this feeling that drives me to follow that
place? Although I know reality, one part of me drives me to continue, without
surrender. Is this only a dream? I had given everything I had for this feeling,
and still, I haven’t been able to find anything. What is this that oppresses my
chest to the point of being unable to breathe? My eyes are open but I feel lost
in a fake dream. What is the point of this if I did not find the so called
happiness?
The sky stills preserves that pastel blue that shines so
brightly…the sun illuminates everything in its path, making it more memorable. My
heart beats alarmingly every time I'm about to arrive but… is the fate the one
that not let me go there? When I turn my
head to see behind me, I realize how much I have lost for this absurd feeling.
I find myself lost in a world of lies, of falsehoods. I have forgotten what
really makes me happy, I have forgotten eating, breathing…. and all for what?
My tears do not get to hear the big pain that escapes from me. For who
is this dream? I don't remember the face of that person who gave me more that I
could have had alone… The sky is not enough if I'm not with you, if I can't see
you again. Nothing is enough: not even that place that I have been searching
for so long.
Finally I understood that the paradise that everyone
yearn and search so apprehensively is closer that we might imagine, we just
have to open wide our eyes and not lose the time in unrealistic dreams. We are
the ones that can create our own paradise; within us is the real power to
continue; to find true happiness.
Extracted from "Máquina de Descomposiciones, Vol.1/ Cielos inversos"
