On repeat

On repeat, my mind
he was choking.

It's that the pale ones,
emanating from a taste
of vice and torture,
are intoxicated
from their abysses.

In my empty eyes,
myself,
I doubted
of no longer knowing
if they loved
the righteous
or madness,
a taste for very little.,
the little winners.

And whatever anyone says,
this feverish air
and mistreated,
succumbing
one summer evening
in the darkness
and the reason.

But what was the reason?

And I found myself
even more alone
in my emotional state,
always looking
understanding
the why.

The answer
will never be mine,
no doubt,
acquired
in this spiral
where one cannot feel
the breeze,
inadequate confinement,
heavy thoughts
and hassles.

But it goes without saying
that the days will be more beautiful
will come to me.

The acacias,
roses,
tulips,
budding
inner lives
that lie dormant within us
and sometimes they're frightening.

Seizing time
as long as he's there,
break the chain,
to laugh out loud.

Feel,
hold,
to feel,

to have good
of a lifetime
who begins
step by step.