Possibly Could Be

Gone with the wind all my hopes went flying, searching for the nevermind reasons to fall apart.. in the dessert of my silence a tree of wisdom was growing while the holy sun was watching keeping it far from die.. there was a way along the river and on its joy was diving mine and on the above blind sky from clearness there was a heart beating, a bird singing, a girly whisper or some intention to cry.. but on its blue courtain, where the blue was still warmer.. all I needed there it was.. my heart was beating, my voice was singing, I was then whispering with my face shaping a smile.

No way to turn back the ashes... Overcoming upon regret, once again and so systematically does not give you rest nor make you feel you can control the whole stage. Sometimes things just get a bit of a mess as far as you keep trying to change a situation, to fix the unfixable, but in that try hit only you result in trouble, only you result in pain and then things are still the same, with no changes, no rules to guide you in, because you did try it but not wish it really even if your so ignored heartfelt wish was there.  Controversy and fear are now welcome into the house of that conscience of yours, and that’s the first rule you disobeyed, and you know that was the pillar of life. Things can get thicker as you pass the way of rejection, assuming what you did not expect to assume at a first phase... but in that thickness of your mind you do not see an end or a beginning, and you keep sticking to that lost cause consuming every meaningful intention from inside. W e all want to f...

Where the truth is we never know for sure. Once we get to almost understand the closest world around us, feeling the comfort of control, the taste of order and a certain vision of happiness, just then something comes to shake our cosmos and suddenly what we did expected from others or the way we saw the ordinary can change within a pleasant second of distress. I used to see things like in a line, but now, that line is taking different shapes and colours, dividing itself, multiplying, dissapearing for a moment and coming back again with deeper strength. I do not know what or why this life is taking me to that stage so far from what I used to think I was, but I can feel that harmony in the chaos and I pretty like it. My moment of manufactured under controlling missions has come to an end. Now I have the dessert and the sea and even the ocean, and the empty spaces I was so into once upon a time... Now my head is full of   what ifs   and   why nots , my soul is just ...

(The Wanderer above the Mists by Caspar David Friedrich, 1817-1818) Empty spaces to be oneself... Empty shelters with no noises, no trouble nor judgements around... Empty spaces to find the holly ways hidden under forbidden bodies, the true sense of desire, the meaningful search of the equal, the beat of a wild heart in that empty silence... Empty spaces to fill with the open landscapes of the soul and the unwastable demand from skin, flesh and hunger... I'm still looking for those empty lands where infinite fountains of honey and hope, as the ingredients for my very instant of happiness, can always source from the mouths of angels playing free far above those glory spaces.

Life is something we tend to messure, we usually think about and even regret at some point, but what's life? I do see life like a lifelong bag of feelings, a simple line through time, a passing knife letting us scars and sorrows, a fresh breath of loving moments, a treat for madness, a whole world of what ifs , and at the end, a brief instant of chaos and order, of happiness and dispair, of hideouts and fears, of faith and courage. We can try to manage the different elements surronding our lives, we can try deep and even harder each day, but life is, above all, an umpredictable mission, and we can't control its course or whether its train is taking us to. People we may encounter, and if we get to know some of those people well, they will teach us and give us signals about what ways we could take, leave or keep tracing. Moreover, they will learn from us the same. So, even if life is a mistery treasure, we can do something about it and play within that free exc...