Windmill

The departure

Sometimes,
When a tear runs through my face
I can fell it…
Touching the ground of myself…
Poor tear that spreads her wings…
And falls into a wide dominion…
A vast land empty of words…
Raised from the dirt and pain…

I'm leaving...
Back to the misery of lonelyness...
Into the land of dirt and shades... Hollowed…

Simply hollowed…

Icarus...

The sun doesn’t shine, just weeps…

Shiny pieces of tears, slide through my hands…
Lost…
Through sand and sorrow…
Blind…
In the silence of the murdering voice that forsakes my heart…
Frozen…
In a dark garden…
Alone...

With the memories carved in my face…
Words of stone…
Feelings of ashes…
Me, myself and I…
A tear runs from my face and chills my spine…
Insanity embraces me,
I will rise the abysm…
Torn me and became a different thing…
I will call myself Icarus, the abysm flyer…
And I will fly, through valleys and seas…
Through the thickness of your soul…
Trying to reach the purity of a everylasting kiss…

Sometimes…
When I suddenly open my eyes … I can see me… Climbing and falling…

Flying the rocky shores of myself…

Thirteen

Time

Wind Mill

Time passing...

Time crumbles and falls of my face.
A wild smile tickles my mind...
Insanity takes place between me and the other that looks me in the eyes...
Words to be said... Things to be done...
How many years that I've lived?
Too many to say the truth, but then again too few...
I'm tired of playing, with myself, the game of life...