time has tricked me.
I thought I had enough,
that I cracked part of the code,
not at all.
I was sent a messenger,
a reminder that life is a flame that burns in many directions.
That the fuel will explode soon or later.
It is a violent river that does not respect the landscape,
it goes forward no matter what.
the numbers, the hours, the names...
souls have no age,
are not awere of time,
and they find each other because they need to.
The present is the window
the only one.
And accepting that is the most painful and rejoiceful
fact I ever faced.
