Pensamientos que naufragan en el mar de los Incomunicados

A day in me

"I am what I am because of who I am."

Quite frankly I do not understand the meaning of those words, neither do I know what "I" is.

I cannot describe myself in one word, but millions. Yet they amount to nothing but a bliss of the turning of a sphere in an ocean of stars.

The closest I ever came to understanding an "I am" took place a few years back, at a time that I was the mornings. Full of energy, blissful to the mysteries that lie ahead and eager to take on everything.

That courage turned into a midday, with the sun blazing and perfect mix of a bright blue sky under a shinning sun. I was astonishing developed, as fully capable and thouroughly admired, inside I felt nothing but victory within myself as if I had won a war that never took place.

The prime that brought with slowly took a few degrees of a handle that ticks slowly on a circle to wind me down, into a sunset. A mellow, more beautiful and mature sky with an endless array of fading colors that wave their final goodbyes as they transition into complete darkness.

At this very moment I am but a wonderous black place where you see no sky, no stars, nothing but empty black roads with a beaming white moon that shines only on me, as if I had my very own magnificent spotlight in an empty stage with the absence of souls.

While I stare it down, I feel it's thinking : "Why are you here?"

To which I reply: "No reason, just waiting around for tomorrow."