Revesmecaniques - LOIN D'ICI

Sometimes I think of the old days

Those where your eyes were nothing more than an unsolved mystery

Back when your mind was Inaccessible and your heart refused to give in

What have I done? What have I done? To you.

I'm an abyss, everything comes in but nothing ever comes back out

I'll suck your soul and crash it into little pieces of lost hopes and big dreams

Will I ever be enough?

Am I dragging you into this unbearable insignificance?

Should I set you free from the curse of ordinary and mundane?

There in the crowd, we're just a number. Only that and nothing more. No one will jump or shout or cry to our command.

And that's the awful truth, maybe we're only meant to see the life from afar. No spotlights. No curtain call.

The guilt always comes creeping in. I'm secretly so happy in this eternal nothingness. My heart rest warm in your pain.

Missing Person

"CORAZON Y MENTE EN EL MOMENTO PRESENTE"

As we grow into our childdhood days, we dream of greatness, of extraordinary lives; then the pain, an awful burn of realizing most of our days will be nothing more than ordinary, that our names will die with those who kept us shortly in their memories. That our lives will leave no trace.We're condenmmned to insignificance and oblivion.

And in that inmanence, finding comfort in the joy of the daily moments, sleeping in the arms of the loved one; having a walk in the park, late when no one's out, perceiving the smells of the almost fresh air of the city, the cold and the drops lying on the grass; having the company and the peaceful silence of your dog; giving your parents a goodnight kiss; laughing at nights with your sister. Those little moments re the ones that give meaning to these mundane days.

What a joy this is! To know with certainty that death is inevitable and unpredictable and yet not having fear, because life as ordinary as it is, it's just simply wonderful, only if we acknowledge that present is the only thing that truly exist, the rest just simply escapes our perception and control. Heart and mind in the present time.

Forgive me little girl, I have failed you. Forgive me as I'm not yet the person you dreamed to be.

She was just looking for a spot in the world, to develope all this potential she had in her mind, this little and naive child who didn't know how visicious life could be. I hope she forgives all the broken promises she'd made in her mind. I can almost feel her pain, for I have not shined as bright as she promised. I hopes she forgives you for letting yourself get caught up in the routine, to allow her to be dragged into that mundanity she was trying hard to escape. I hope she forgives me for being everything she promised she'll never be, for becoming her biggest fears. She promised she will not let herself go, cause she was a fighter, but I've let her down so many times, many of those dreams are forgotten and undone now. Time has pass and others seem to be racing harder, better. I'm sorry she promised she'll never be comfortable in the numbness of simple things, she'd always dreamed of greatness and I'm just sitting here craving for simplicity. She was hungry for the world, convinced that she could do it all, and here I am, breaking her soul with this awful contentedness I've learn to love. I'm sorry little one, for not trying hard enough, for letting you down, for being this warm hearthed Jane doe.

Forgive me darling.

P.S at least I love you more than you'd ever loved yourself

Kris Knight

from Never Never, 2015