Hope

When I was putting the cards in the deck

to build up a card castle

something reminded me of

something was pulling me from behind

it wasn't the philodendron

it wasn't the memories

it wasn't the milestones nor the cardinal points

but the virtues and the suppositions of life.

Maybe I wasn't enough or maybe

way too loud to be true

as immersion doesn't solve everything.

But ardent to more time

as are the stars in the sky.

I liked the most, deep at night

in the roof sitting with my own contour.

It was the long walks that

I longed for,

Longed for the triumph and tragedy to set it.

But the catastrophes and the cataclysms came flooding.

Washing away the invocation and promises

into the dismissal of the dreams.

Building up an illusion,

an illusion of tangibility.

Disintegrating into pieces,

making me realize that

with tragedy comes triumph.

But the relentless obsessed heart

Keeps on hoping

Aspiring to be there one day

in the clouds.