“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation,
nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.”

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i do believe many people seek what meets their identity, and few seek what amazes it. sometimes, life requires a change; it stands still unlike its usual habit of taking its own choices. many people in this case look around before choosing to go right or left, and few follow their path. i still shiver: the echo of your voice saying, “there’s an age where the sky and earth meet again, and melt together; where time stops, with me and you there”.

the same sky. and the lives it witnesses. clouds are blinks up there and birds are out of focus. at the other side of the world, i find you, mornings and nights. everything is muted. out of my chest, shivers and nerves colliding with the wind. lay down in my bed, and let me breathe you. it is exactly when my senses meet my brain, and take you out of your trauma. and you, you calm my fears down. make me dry. my hands are already yours. i lost them. for you, this is like gold raining down. fall. i catch you with my legs, your head spends the night swaying between my waist and my knees. my nose in your hair. i fly, then die. accept my apologies, i am not one of those who are inked to leave an impression. this is how i am; love is only a chapter, and memory does the rest. you will wake up tomorrow morning, wondering about it all. blame yourself instead of blaming life, for i was invited and you were invaded. and yes, i brought you a white veil with me.

you end up there. complete. expecting a change that leads you to another. you stand, unstable, most times, invisible, melting with the wind; the invisible you’ve been caressed by since you were born. your eyes see what’s around; trees. and sometimes your pupils detect nothing. humans deny it. but you smile, out of nothing but the scene you create in your mind. a perfect rehearsal, probably with an open ending. you are there. complete. expecting a change that leads you to another. you cry, a wave then another to a life that takes its own choices. most times, unstable, you stand, invisible, melting with the wind one more time. calm down, and calm down your thoughts. you are there. incomplete. with no expectations nor a change. everything’s separated. midnight and dawn has centuries in between. red birds on the ground and clouds up there. your eyes half opened see what’s around; ask; if a tree has no leaves nor branches can you still call it a tree? humans name things to pretend knowing. everything around based on false criteria. and you; you will be there. complete. an amputee who lost the meaning. you smile, out of nothing but the scene you create in your mind. a perfect screenplay. you will be there. with white pages. silent. complete.

don’t search my memory. not for an answer, not for a picture. have the nerve to ask about my scars, without revising them. you can write a new story over any figure of mine. i don’t sleep and i don’t feel. the world shaped my peace of mind as an autistic uncured case. words and sound turn out to be a strange communicational concept. muted i’ve become. black and white photographs between my hands, so is my head. who are you and what makes you shiver; i asked. you stayed silent. you blinked and wetted your cheeks. you gave life a scene, set years before the story started. you wake up and wake me up for the most beautiful morning; the first.