"there will be day you do not mind dying. That day you will understand that you are alive, that is when we really start to live. "
The cold dark night a giant slab weighed. In the distance could only distinguish light from an old lamp that illuminated what looked like an isolated universe, a piece of cheese in a sea of \u200b\u200btar, an unexpected hole on the pristine face of a black cardboard.
While I was wandering lost in the shadows hundreds of fluttering creatures mesmerized by the glitter, that lonely glow that seemed to protect them, keep them together, perhaps trapped. Again and again and again their little bodies bouncing against an insurmountable franking, impossible for such petty creatures. I did not understand this desire to try to go through the glass separating them from hell and that tiny head that prevented them from certain death and did not understand my obsession keep lurking in the dark, protected perhaps hidden ... if hidden ... But from whom?, what ...? Sometimes I would like to stop asking questions, to question, to doubt, just look, just feel, breathe, like a tree ... like a rock battered by the sea, without options, condemned to exist ...
One by one they fell, exhausted , dying ... yeah, dying but unmatured, in the end had achieved its purpose, the price was definitely the least important thing was the ultimate goal and that goal was not the ultimate end was the road. The important thing was not that flash of light, incredibly attractive, impossible to resist, haunting ... the important thing was the purpose, not the end ... did not understand why or how, perhaps they did not have very clear when, but what if it seemed wanted to know was where to go, he wanted to go, crossing the threshold, although it is for their lives.
And life was to them, although I'm not entirely sure ...
I'm still here, in the dark, hidden, for no apparent reason, under the weight of a night that keeps me moving ... hoping to find my own streetlight.
