I think we all live our lives on a platform. We were always waiting for something. A happiness, a joy, a man who makes us feel and who knows what else. So many defects, with so many shortcomings and so sad. So many times we wait for the train that doesn't come anymore… So many times we lose it from a moment of inattention because these are us people.
All you have to do is forget to feel, to take another train, to make mistakes, to know yourself, to try to look for the wrong people in the wrong time.
You find people who bring you peace just so that then real wars can start in your soul. They vandalize your way of being, turn your rhythm upside down, conquer you to the last room of the fortress and then disappear. You remain a loser who gave everything for happiness. You were able to give your last breath for another emotion, for another smile, for another morning in two. You didn't know how to be different and you didn't even want anything else. It's just that they always wanted something else.
You rebuilt your castle so many times that you forgot what it looked like first. You don't know if the doors were open or closed, you didn't know if the walls were black or white, you don't know if at that time you loved mirrors or you hated them the way you do now, you don't know what your soul looks like a long time ago. Now you just build, you tear down, you build again, you cry again, you laugh and you start over whenever you need to. You are an architect who plans his own destruction. What could be more beautiful than that? What happiness can you have greater than the feeling of falling into emptiness? What makes you feel more intense than the impression that the whole abyss is yours?
