Don’t mind them, fly!

These days must be coming around that time of the year.

I haven’t calculated them, but it is as if they follow some particular universal equation of mine.

Of the many I have and define me.

I Define?Be defined by? I’m not sure. Many times it seems like the two possible answers are not enough, that a third one is needed, because they both fit and that’s not right, is it?

One must lead to one, not two to one, when in fact we are talking about two opposites.

One cuts the way to the other, simple math.

That’s as far as logic will take me.

So what if they are not so opposite? What if they both make for an answer?

To accept it you have to erase from your mind what you know, because everything, regardless of its different aspect comes from thoughts of the same nature.

Because when everything was possible for you, when nothing had rules, they taught you to set boundaries and you never forgave them for that.

Every time you heard a “no,” a feather would fly off your back

For the sake of a “should”, a ” correct” and usually because it was just so.

They were always destined to stand in your way and block it.

It was because they themselves suffered deep down for all the things they longed to do and they wouldn’t let them.

All things they wanted to explore and believe in and few grown-ups came and destroyed.

And because these poor people are in so much pain, so much so that they have lost their most powerful and bulletproof weapon for this life, hope, they cannot bear to see you live with what they have buried in the ground forgotten.

They can’t bear to see the truth they killed come to life.

So they continue to kill other people’s truths and load their empty heart with countless murders.

But look over there, isn’t it a little child that stands behind him?

How can you scold him?

Only love him and caress him, to fill his heart a little by little with something.

How did I get here again?

I had no subject in mind so I drifted away.

Or was there a child behind me that kept whispering something and I forgot what days I started telling you about?