The wind caresses my salty and stained face, combs the hair that has not been pulled out by miracle, makes me never want to open my eyes again, makes me wish that time would stop and I could cry without making the sand that never stops slip.
I dig so deep in my own mind that I discover my hidden desire to reach the ultimate glory, that green and gold color that drives the world attracts me as much as the idea of a complete life, enough and sufficient, or at least that's how I see happiness, tell me, what would you do being in my place?
A thousand things I ask myself day by day, without finding a clear answer to all those questions that flood my cheeks with drops, sometimes small, sometimes big and other times they are invisible, pain accumulated in bottles that I throw into the sea hoping that they sink and nobody finds them.
"Again?" I asked myself as I watched the burning fire run through my legs that already had past burns. Little by little the heat consumed me until it left ashes of a wandering soul that travels between body and body, searching for the truth of the universe, but forgetting it as soon as it finds it.
Old soul, take me to the shore to watch the sea shimmer, bury us in the sand, burn in the sun and listen to the wind sing.
Wake up.
Author: @odette_tbdk
