Some things can’t be explained, they just happen. Walls become invisible, secret passages are discovered that lead to enchanted places, downhill roads and beautiful eyes look at you in another way, which are discovered, leaving souls free to capture. Two people find themselves starting to walk a notch above everyone, on a level road whose only obstacle is themselves. I, who can find the negative side even in the right, beautiful, beautiful things, I am not a bearer of light. I live instead in the darkness, in the maze of a glorious past, of golden years that I will never relive, stardust scattered in the sky. it is no longer a question of finding a solution to the mistakes I have made, but a way to rise from those I will commit, always the same, always the same, I will never change. there are mechanisms that are now embedded in my brain and only great inner revolutions will be able to scratch them, revolutions that I do not feel will happen soon. upheavals. like first love. my dealing badly with things starts from there or even from before. I’m not a positive, but that’s not it either. remote traumas still manage to manipulate today’s behaviors. and I can’t open up, I feel that no one is worth it, I don’t even try, I act so hard but in reality it’s all a continuous breaking, a preventive fragility. how do you heal from something that makes you breathe and is so ingrained in you? Something that gives you the only creative power to survive pain. How you heal from something you have in the ventricles of the heart. I always look to the sun, but only God knows, how much I am a timid moon.
I, who can find the negative side even in the right, beautiful, beautiful things, I am not a bearer of light. I live instead in the darkness, in the maze of a glorious past, of golden years that I will never relive, stardust scattered in the sky. it is no longer a question of finding a solution to the mistakes I have made, but a way to rise from those I will commit, always the same, always the same, I will never change. there are mechanisms that are now embedded in my brain and only great inner revolutions will be able to scratch them, revolutions that I do not feel will happen soon. upheavals. like first love. my dealing badly with things starts from there or even from before. I’m not a positive, but that’s not it either. remote traumas still manage to manipulate today’s behaviors. and I can’t open up, I feel that no one is worth it, I don’t even try, I act so hard but in reality it’s all a continuous breaking, a preventive fragility. how do you heal from something that makes you breathe and is so ingrained in you? how do you heal from something in your head and above all that only you know? I always look to the sun, but only God knows, how much I am a shy moon.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 