Letters for the Universe

Epiphany

Daily

Time, existence, fear, insecurity and death. Night picks me up in her arms and dives with me into a dense, empty ocean. And we stood there, holding each other and weeping even more with our tears. We see life go by, but without anyone, without air, we suffocate ourselves with the excess of nothingness and everything we have seen, just us.
The first ray of light in the morning pulls me like gravity out, and the pain I felt was
never
even
real.

I would like to remember my life as a slow dance, a sigh, as if my hand were caressing a passionate face. But the truth is that in many moments life was exhausted, dreamy but exhausted, living the tension of thousands of hearts in bodies of athletes, with nails tearing the skin. But for a while, when the world was still too big for her .. It was subtle. Life looked at everything that belonged to it with bright eyes, bringing the world into herself.

I am a lost soul in the midst of empty bodies living their false lives.