The road is so long.
Maybe my consciousness
will touch them one day.
Merge into the silence,
unbroken by despair.
I wanted to be there and see
this monumental ballet.

I put words together
to convince myself
that miracles could exist.
I just have to find a code,
a language of metaphors,
to let go of my pain.

Love, disillusion,
and hope,
with one drop of creativity.
Should I stop dreaming,
and wait in peace for nothing?
I pretend not to understand,
but compassion, every time,
is stronger than sarcasm.