glass, mirrors

Help me.

Help me, because I can’t stand myself.

I love being me. I hate being me.

Life without me is possible.

Life without me is not possible.

Can you imagine a constant fight with your mind?

Can you imagine asking questions, hundreds, thousands of questions,

desperately trying to find answers, but there are no answers?

She lives in me. I feel her under my skin. Sometimes I run to my room 

and I close the door as fast as I can, but she always manages to come in. 

I stand very close to the wall, actually, my back is a part of it; 

but still I know she’s behind me, and if I only turned back I would see her laughing at me.

I have a ring made of black glass. I like glass. And I like black. Black mirrors are everywhere. 

But my soul is made of obsidian.

What can you see in the mirror which reflects another mirror? Our life is an illusion. 

Don’t try to get to the initial image; it isn’t there. 

What can I see in your eyes which reflect mine? We are an illusion.

I’ve always thought that the eyes of fear are wide open, but I was wrong. 

The fear always squints its eyes, the eyes as yellow as yours.

She wolf awakes from time to time. When it’s time to hunt, she bares her fangs.

storms, stars

Something is coming.
It's near.

It's something huge, a black immensity. I see two storms pushing against each other.
I see emptiness, I see space dust, I see everything spinning, going up and down.

I see myself in the middle of nowhere. Upside down.

I was seen dancing and I was thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
I knew him and I didn't know him.
I talked to him and it there was someone else inside.
Who the hell was I looking at?
And what the hell was I looking for?

I'm not only thought to be insane.
I must be insane.
Everybody is mad here.

I understand him like I've never understood anyone.
And he knew everything about me the first time we talked.
So there must be something evil in my head.
He showed me that dark side of my soul.

I've got a war to fight.

shadows, creatures

So here I am again.

But this time with no doubts.

I’ve found someone special and I’ve experienced something important.

There is no more chaos.

There is no more pain.

I feel the Universe inside and it gives me power.

A few years ago I read a story written by one of those cat-people, 

a member of that strange category of humans who are nothing but shadows, creatures of night,

who don’t really exist, but you feel them even if you can’t touch them. 

That was a story of a demon boy who ate a star, and with it all of its years of solitude.

I’ve understood many things. Now I know you can’t go on if it takes your breath away.

You can’t be a slave. Nobody can tell you what to do. Nobody can tell you what to think.

You have to live on your own.

You have to fight alone.

Just as you’ll die. Alone.

We were just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl.

Now we’ve found each other in that hopeless place called Earth.

We don’t belong here. We’re nothing and we’re everything. We came from the stars. 

I’m a question and you’re an answer.