the hole process is so intense that you might think it isnt happening and yet you are able to dare with yourself that you´ve never felt anything so truly and hurtly real.
close.
close to the edge. the edge of yourself.
unbelievably alone.
the only reason we live for - to find, to understand, is the only path you have to walk alone. by yourself. oh, maybe that´s the reason why, in the end of it, you find your streight. the strong-mindedness.
we go, as the life lead us, believing that we face moments of loneliness, where no one can see us, reach us in the essence of what we are, but, know I see, neither can us.
then, it burns. the senses become, more and more, refined. you feel like you are on fire, unable to feel anything else, no other kind of pain, no other experiences besides it. you are now hoping you have never wanted it. brought to you a light thats doesn´t make it lighter or easier. It´s a light that blinds you. Keeps you to yourself, looked up in the only place you never thought you would be: in your own head.
In the cheast, no longer a heart. Ashes. The fire burned all the insides. You burned alive. The angst you felt made it happen without notice and your streight to carry on seems to be fading away. No will, no power to induce yourself up. No reasons. You cant see the meaning of asking why.
One day could seem like one hole week. Or two. You think there will be no more smiles. No reasons to laugh again.
And then, it happens.
Sunddely, life's magic happens.
You can feel the sparkling sun touching your cold skin, can see the grass become green again. And you can hear, in the deep end of your symphony, beats of a ashed heart, recovering the streight, the will, the power. It beats, it hurts, it beats and it hurts again, and again, because you lost the way, the swing. And you feel like there´s no other way to go on. Again its the only path, the only choice. You'll go on, your heart you find a way to beat again and you will live beautifully yet again.
And, if you spend a little time thinkig about it, you might see that that´s life´s paradox. Finding the other way to come back again to the same and, still, not the same.
