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So much more to say

And even more to listen.

I sit in solitude and wonder,

Was it because of the limited time

Or because of other priorities.

But it is still too early to say

It's too soon to come to a conclusion

Maybe time have a different plan altogether

Or maybe those other priorities will stand strong,

long enough to finish everything.

The universe always finds a funny way to do things

And maybe this will be delightfully funny

I hope :)

and the absurdity of me ... writing this.

...and if someone would have screamed my name I wouldn’t have heard for I’ve said goodbye so many times in my short life that farewells are a muscular task and I’ve taught them well.

There’s a place by the side of the railway near the lake where I grew up and I used to go there to burry things and start anew.

I used to go there to say goodbye.

I was young and did not know many people but I had hidden things inside that I never dared to show and in silence I tried to kill them,

one way or the other,

leaving sin on my body

scrubbing tears off with salt

and I built my rituals in farewells.

Endings I still cling to.

Then days passed by and I spent them with my work

and now I’m writing letters I will never dare to send.

But there is this one day every year or so

when the burden gets too heavy

and I collect my belongings I no longer need

and make my way to the ocean to burn and drown and start anew

and it is quite wonderful, setting fire to my chains and flames on written words

and I stand there, starring deep into the heat until they’re all gone.

Nothing left to hold me back.

When ends meets,

From the make believe paradise

To this implausible world,

for a brief time

or through a little incident,

In that instance

One truly starts to grasp

the enormity of life,

as everything fades for that moment

and only the sense of smile is left.

Only for that tick of the clock

one has found the 'Happy'. .

It's been way to much now,

He don't want to hold it inside anymore.

For the pain he carry inside him

Is bigger than his stomach.

For the worries he carry inside him

Are heavier than his own weight.

He don't want to hold it anymore,

He don't want to feel it anymore.

The bird who dreamt of flying in freedom

is stuck in strom somewhere.

The idolizer who was a firm believer

is loosing hope now,

He has been for quite a while now.

This all is a scam,

This all is a conspiracy.

Ceaser is in danger now,

He needs a savior.

I am traveler,

Trying to find my destination in every stop i make,

Or stumble upon willingly or unwillingly.

But the soil on any stop doesn't welcome me like i hope it would,

So i cover my feets with hard boots thinking unlike the soil maybe the store would welcome me

And there too, i have to face disappointment.

Now here i am again, going back to the road and again thinking that this time i will not stop anywhere but the end of the road...if it exists