I'm about to tear out the veins that run through the bowels of my heart with my own claws.
The pain that I feel at this moment is so great, that I want to devour my brain with my own fangs, without thinking about the horror; Horror that my flesh has been possessed, by the indiscriminate suffering, and through no fault of my own I am the only debtor.
Screams are my cries, tears are melted mercury that crack my face, aging it prematurely,
In the whirlwind of pain that afflicts my sadness, I hear the voice of my dear friend who tells me:
It is okay to cry and regret,
you have to let the sorrows out to begin to delight;
You are a rare soul!
No doubt about it!
And one day you will be rewarded!
I promise you!
You're not alone!
You have my hand!
I answered in tears:
Your words has been always valuable to me, I can feel in my reasonable madness, that you are authentic and love me harmless. You are always with me in laughter and sadness.
I take your words true and I take them into account, to raise my head up and walk again with security and cerenity,
Trusting again in my senses, as always, always trusting in a calm path to walk.
Thank you dear friend, your words are treasure with no end.
- Author: G.Cabús ( Offline)
- Published: November 19th, 2023 00:31
- Category: Reflection
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