Saint George's day
and I feel miserable.
Still with pneumonia.
In the dark my hairs flow,
Im surrounded by nothing:
no words, no plans, no places.
Am I me?
Does this world really exist?
Like a leaf in the wind Im taken
to anywhere without my agreement.
Past, present and future all-in-one view.
I see all the beauty created by humans
in a most perfect background:
the beauty created by some great force
that we cant and will never understand.
I call this force God.
And God cannot do anything
about the beings in earth that are getting older.
This is a nature law (created by Him).
Accept the destiny, that we all will die anyway,
it is not hard to understand. But understand that
many of us will start dieing inside
while there is life outside,
is so surreal.
Wake up every day
with nothing in your heart,
in your mind and nothing to say
that you can consider that is worth to be said,
means that we are living "nothing".
We are made of the Universe essence,
we were all here since the beginning.
Am I being contracted?
Or being expanded?
Will I become a dark whole
or am I already one?
What facts of my life I could relate
with what happens in Universe,
and which are the answers?
It is nothing about religion,
it is about nature.
And I will never understand.
