I draw upon blood...
It was once, I think... Where I was really pleased with what I had become. A rare moment... We all have them, I think...
But, that's not the point. Because I have a question, why is this happening?
I have no idea, so if you can enlighten me... Please, do so. If you want context, I can give you that too... You see, I have this pain in my back. It really aches, and I don't know what it says. It's something else. Something like a cross, a burden, memories, regrets or dementia. At this point I'm not sure either.
As I was saying, there is something that draws me in pins, holds me tight and has me in limbo. Poetic, right? It's this mind thing that keeps bothering me again...
I have a lapsus, how do you call it?
Doesn't matter. Talking about poetry, it's something along the lines of a poem. Or a tragedy... Not sure though.
But back to the thing I was complaining about...
I don't have an answer.
When you, yes...
You...
When you are a nothing, doesn't that make me nothing too? And if you're anything, that means... I'm something too. Right?
No, that's not how it should work... Right?
It's weird, I know...
But, back to my problem...
If I...
No...
That...
No...
It won't work...
That's not how it works...
But isn't it beautiful?
I suppose... Suppose, right?
Hmm... Maybe, if it wants to be. If...
Funny word...
Truly... Like... That mind thing...
Smart? Yeah... Smart...
Funny, indeed... But...
Intelligence...
Yes, yes... Funnier... That is funnier... Intelligence... Aren't I intelligent?
Oh...
Hmm...
What was I talking about? What was I about?
I can't remember...
Oh, my mind thing... Right...
But which was it, again?
The pain... That's how you say it... I think...
Pain... Right... That limbo thing too...
Limbo... Paradox?
Hypocrisy?
Mr. Intelligent over here...
I need an answer...
Maybe that's the answer...
Those maybes...
Can't stand them...
Right... Well, whatever... I need the help...
It was once, I think...
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