It’s
a delicate thing to bring hurt to a person. The decision to destroy the
potential of a niche of moments which might ultimately lead to a possibility
for something beautiful. But when one doesn’t aspire for patience, and on top
of everything, when an entire lake of feelings is involved… double trouble…
We
are temporal beings, sometimes we have the ability to sense the moods of time,
to take a picture of our lives decades away into the future: when body is
aching, forces are fable, intelligence gets diminished; we’re starting to
forget things, experience, memories, gained knowledge, even people… so, one
begins to question the chase for truth we seek our entire lives; in the end we
forget. All that cruelty in our destiny…
And
now in this very moment, I stand in front of you, silent time traveler, all
fucked up in the process of prudent decision making. The quintessence in my
intention is to see you for the last time, despite of causality. This is an act
of necessary betrayal, essential in its true nature, far worse than adultery. With
this sacrifice, I deliberately gamble with circumstances bringing us to a point
where we both lose.
And
yet somehow, this is an act of hope and affection…
