A distressing pleasure



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 a sailboat and my heart is the step by step sound guiding me to the unexpected but unstoppable trip to that internal knowledge telling me... You are alive.

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