There are these days.
The days of the what and the who and the why.
The days of the questions.
During these days answers don't come easy.
You feel small and useless.
The days of the non being like you leave your body and you are somewhere else.
It is confusing...
Is life supposed to be like this?
TIME.
Time is cruel. It is strange and it flows...
like rivers, like the sea, like water.
Days like this i hate that someone or something or i don't know who or what is trying to steal the poetry of me, to deliberately suck it out of me like it is something bad, like we are not supposed to do that, like it's a flaw in an otherwise perfect world.
Why do we do that?
Why we keep forgetting to live, why we try to manage time as if it was a business, a cafe with customers always asking, asking asking...
Thousands of years on this planet and we are still so small...i wonder, how far we will get?
In a big universe, or many universes where is our place?
We are like glimpses or very very tiny pieces of sand....
And even though we have forgotten, wondering about our existence is still the most important thing of all.
Well if we really believe that we are different from animals.
If we really believe that these souls, these pure and innocent beings are somewhat lower than us, that they are just pieces of the food chain.
Time time time time time.....
fucking time with your hours and your seconds.AND YOUR MINUTES....
Philosophy and science are so close.
But we have even forgotten that.
The importance of so many things.
Two things are certain on this planet, we are born. And then we die.
Everything else...is under question.
But....no, so many certainties, otherwise we'd be lost, lost like Hansel and Gretel in the forest.
Be aware of witches who live in sugar coated houses....
TO BE CONTINUED....
