Training on the ups and downs. A sequel without an end. You enjoy the pain. Yes, you accept it. You have the choice. That's life for you. You will learn to bear. As long as it takes. Sometime you'll arrive. To the final destination. On the last uphill.
Wish desire. A monotone sound. That cumbers every single day. You ask tirelessly. Counting your faith. Not your yesterdays.
Sometime. The light diminishes. You are lost again. A shithole. Become your house. It offers you punishment. It releases. Duties. Goals. Fade. Hope annihilates. Until two hands bring you on the surface. Free to count again. Happiness. Sadness. To overcome your loss. To continue asking. Like it’s the first time.
Breaths of company spread out throughout your life. Non existent shadow. You gave joy that has no leftovers. Our submission to the countdown of the world losing our loved ones. The limits of love manage to grow. Before. Those eyes speak that you can never forget.
You hear. Her steps. Soft. They build crescents in the sand. Beautiful traces. Lost on her. Lucky. You got to see them. Shield in the bad things.
Sometimes the movement lurks around you. You stood stationary. Charging was not enough. You are emptied. Where do others find strength? Light that get lost. And you still searching the present.
Festivals are set up around you. They charge joy. Volunteers poets wear all their finery. It's a race .For the time to be filled. And they lived happily ever after.