Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Sometimes you look and your soul is not there (it is always there of course, but it doesn´t always show). Sometimes you feel lost and can´t recognize your finger tips. Because they remind you of another life you don´t remember having lived.
Sometimes, and when you look back you can´t exactely explain why it was so, you just can´t grab your joy that easily. And there is no reason, no reason, but you just can´t get hold of it.
Sometimes you shake inside, disturbed by ancestral fears. There are tears that don´t seem to belong to you. Voices you can´t identify speaking of memories you haven´t lived.
Sometimes, it feels there are a million stories inside your story, a million lives inside your life, a million faces behind your face.
Other times however.....all the universe is at hand reach.
Sometimes I know there is a reason I don´t remember but I know exists. Sometimes I know everything is connected and the reason I don´t remember it is because I am not suposed to. Sometimes I know this weight comes from long ago and it lingers on because you can´t deny your history or the history of your ghosts. Because we remember wars we didn´t fight, but we also remember lights we can´t conceive.
Being human is a dirty job, but somebody´s gotta do it.