How can I bridge the gap that separates us, souls so close, so near that we stand face to face? How can I fill that void caused by encephalic waves that propel me at unexpected speed towards the unknown, only to return to the world bewildered, alone, and exhausted like after a boxing match?
When I finally come back from this unforeseen and unwanted journey, I gaze at you in astonishment, now aware and ashamed of the mental waves that carried me far, riding the wild surge. I rode amidst the waves of an innocent mind betrayed by the very wave that called me away and I stand before your judgment, deemed mere folly.
I fail to explain where I have been, and when I try to narrate that I was captured and carried away against my will, riding a wild wave, you may not believe me, or if you do, you will no longer look at me with the same eyes, for you witnessed me ride like a madwoman a wave that was invisible to you, and thus condemn me to madness, punishment, and solitude, perhaps even deeming me a wicked soul.