-It doesn't matter how much I want to hold the air with my bare hands, it always finds the way to escape between the fingers
Where did the reckless hunter? The glare has been hiding shyly behind my eyes and keeps me away from what it used to be, of what I truly am; while my soul dried slowly like an old tree, and my cross shaped branches crashes against the dirt by the whispering breeze of the accrued silences and the solitude that feeds of my arms wide open
I’m still looking for her, every night I walk through his trace till the point where she let them the last time I saw her, she sometimes left behind some clues along the path of where she might be or where she could be the night after. Either way I often return with my hands empty and the mystery still unsolved
Last time, the loyalty sadly just could resisted the temptation just as a child when he has a few coins to expend on one place in a limited time; meanwhile this blackened sky gives me a bad feeling, something might be about to happen; I can't see my moon at a glance through heavy cloudy
...Sometimes a little wind could be enough to start some fleeting bonfires
Has been a long time since I can’t recognize her, It seems like she has been wearing his soul like it was a overcoat for being used only if the weather ask it for, while time to time I've found myself, asking her for shelter for my frozen bones between the comfortably warmness of his arms
Lately she has been showing me his worst face and I can’t talk to his eyes, her skin became as cold as his words; the only thing that I want is that she can remember himself, that she can remember how we used to talk in our language, how we used to take care of each other, how we used to defeat everyone who tried to tear us apart, I just want that she can remember us
It doesn't matter how much I'm there for her or how much stronger I think I am for her; it doesn´t matter at all if at the end I disappoint her when she most needs me
I think about it every passing day and I’m aware about the things that I do over more and the ones who I've never done before
I know that she still is waiting for me to be better and stronger of I am now, but never mind the efforts either way she has been losing the patience little by little every day since then so far
I want to keep believing in gods and deities rather to become in a selfish atheist who doesn’t have faith on a greatest purpose than itself
But something tells me that I should trust again blindly on my instinct to retain my spirit intact to does not mistake my kindness for weakness or naivity of any kind
Whichever comes first for better or worse, at the end of the day our souls or just one of the both, in peace will rest for having been fair in the game of clovers and swords
...So be it
