Beginning of who we are

Caged by your love, I live one breath at the time, chasing for some sort of balance, but hardly ever finding any. Your absence tortures me, reality gets deeply broken with such ferocity that my very fabric gets destroyed. And when I go to bed with someone other than you, I live through cycles, contracting and exploding, so that I can contract once more and leave. River of women can’t replace the scent of your shadow…

My conscience is there, plotting to annihilate me, cursing me. I become a pale version of myself, an unknown word, a word mentioned nowhere before... and my thoughts get really loud with lots of static, like radio.

In such naked loneliness I meet the beginning of who I am… in this game of life we’re designed to break the symmetry of the board, both of us winning… there’s only you and me, and the beginning of who we are.

Edges of ourselves

World of people is a fantastic place, an imperfect deformed ball circling chaotically in coincidence around its own balance. Celestial body defined for fruits of evolution, us – all mammals. In a state of unfinished thought we live in a seemingly harmonic dream: humans, mermaids and large wails – altogether. Many of the creatures glow with unseen light and unconcealed ember, as if they’re bright suns trapped in bodies with skin, bones and grey brain mass.

But not everything can be described with this immature growth and negligible uplift. Half perfect, we roam this world existing in an unnoticed condition by anyone so far. We strive to discover our building materials, the capabilities of our cells. We seek to find edges of prisons of the thought and of the spirit, cages we never admitted they exist, haunting us in a form of past, experience, memories, unrest and half decayed thoughts inherited in our genes.

It seems that what we are, and all of those things which compose us, manage to give us perspectives full only with contradictions…