The Way of a Youth

The sky shatters into spinning fractals. During the sublime combat, The Genesis, the morning glory starts to take over the dark voidness. We sit here, staring at our empty eyes, at our clear and sincere souls, without answers to our questions. Without answer to our anxious intrigue.

The permanent noisy music that plays at hide and seek with the silence penetrates the walls of our nerves. Melancholy, a heavy sensation of abuse and excess seduces our selves. By mere infatuation we fall in a trap: martyrizing our existence.

Fatigue, nostalgia, regret and deception infuse in our expressions. Time dilates. Space loses importance. Anxiety sharpness and a unique sense of love is shared. Life could be condensed as an asphyxiated pursuit for liberty, which at the end it steps over its own tail to realize that there was nothing to free.

Passion echoes around you. Folly and nonsense pursuit our minds. Infiniteness becomes once again sole and paternal. Life reclaims its essence, an impermanent flux. Do you see how beautiful it is? How unique and marvelous it is to fight without purpose nor will to conquer.

 

José Arvide

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