Walking down the road, what do we really learn about life?
What do we feel when we touch, and what do we see when we look?
What did we see in the world, and what did we see in us?
What about the moments when everything seems so pure and clear?
What about those moments when our soul looks like a cute little kitten -
simple, playful and ready to grow?
When we think we know everything, and when our chronicles are ready to be written,
how can we be so wrong?
What do we learn about life when little lies in us do not care about the truth?
They have no respect for the sky above our heads.
Those cute little kittens are hurt, and they will tear the cuteness to shreds.
We try so hard to look in the mirror, and see a hero.
This desire was born when we were younger, and since it tries to end our life.
It leaves us living for ages, but sums our years to zero.
The sun shines, and a stream suits our ears.
A warm summer breeze goes through our hair, and our eyes sparkle.
This is when we let a tear.
This is when we think we see the light.
But if we would be honest to ourselves, no light would come to our mind.
No rest would come to our eyes.
There are moments for everyone when you need to leave everything, and run for your life.
This is a moment for no light.
This is a moment when you do something you should have done a long time ago.
You look at your pure and innocent soul, and admit to yourself
that you can't see a thing.
that you can't see a thing.
Oh, this is your birth, and this is your spring.
No, you can't see a thing.
No light.
No brightness, no whiteness -
only dark.
Until we pronounce the room dark and open the windows, we run away from life, when we should run for our life.
Dark, dark and dark.
You can say the word as much as you like.
You can die from fear.
You can cry in agony.
But the truth is that it's no big deal.
A little light can do miracles.
Don't be afraid of the dark.
Don't try to hide it.
Everybody's been there.
You are not that different.
Just call it by its name.
Just admit that you can't see a thing.
Open the damn windows, and stop the madness.
Stop playing the game.
It will all be better when you call it by its name.
Admit to yourself that you wouldn't save a child from a burning building.
Don't try to put in a show.
Nobody expects that from you.
Let the hero go.
Don't worry too much.
Nobody's after your skin, except yourself.
All will fall to its place
when you look the dark at his face,
and let the light in.
when you look the dark at his face,
and let the light in.
It will hurt a bit.
You will need to drown those cute kittens.
And you will need to look at the hero.
You will see betrayal in his eyes.
You can take that hit.
Just don't kneel and beg for his forgiveness.
Let them go.
They are no good for you.
Change is slow.
But soon you will wake up with somebody better.
This is the moment that your loved ones have been waiting for.
The clouds will be white and the sky will be blue
when you finally wake up
with You.
(June 26, 2014)
