I Sing the longing

I SING THE LONGING THAT WELCOME.

I lived surrounded by walls.

High walls, invisible people.

I lived surrounded by useless values.

Pure child's play for adults who would never grow up.

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." (Practical manual of life)

I HIDE.

Behind well-painted masks that disguise even from myself who I really am.

I disguise myself behind jokes to tell truths that embarrass me.

I hide my scars with artificial flowers.

"Plant LIFE is the largest “factory” on earth, producing, according to a certain conservative estimate, 150 billion tons of carbohydrates (sugars) annually."

(Notebook)

THOSE HEARTS

That do not react to needy looks.

Those hearts that harden in the face of life's sadness.

Those insensitive hearts...

They do not know how to be human, they just survive.

"Your inner strength and your convictions are ageless. Your spirit is the duster of any spider web." - Camille Claudel.

I DIDN'T GO.

All the way to the end of my addiction.

I stopped halfway.

I gave up doing so much harm to myself.

I no longer accepted half-hearted love.

I no longer accepted friendship from someone who couldn't be counted on.