Exhausted from the daily emptiness,
I took a walk.
I walked for hours,
looking for an answer,
looking for a place, my place.
I shared my hours with strangers
starring at me as I was a decadent work of art:
unfinished but ready to be sold.
My walk took more time than I thought –
sun rays got into moon tears,
crowed streets bloomed into lonely fears;
So I got lost,
I embraced my lostness for twenty whole years
but suddenly something changed.
After seventy-eight kilometers, I found what I craved:
an unconditional pure light.
After holes, weeds and stones
I found my heaven,
I found my boundaries.
It doesn’t matter how troubled the road got
or the dark places you come from:
There is always a cure for every perfect illusion.