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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.