Lost

You pay attention to that which gazes back at you, as if you wish to uncover the sabotage you are made of or the fillings you have embraced throughout your life... Layers you don't reveal by chance, but rather as a consequence of actions that demand more effort than mere pretending. Everyone attempts to listen to you, but when they try to speak to you, their voices fall silent, unsure of which words to choose to express aloud what they think.

Risk is not something one avoids but something one conquers by placing the saddle on the horse. We remain ignorant of what others are made of because they cannot express themselves with words; yet, we understand what they reveal through the footprints they leave behind. It is melancholic to gaze into the eyes of those you see shedding tears, but even more melancholic is to be the cause of their profound solitude. If you were to cloak yourself in guilt, it would suit you well, for you have done the unimaginable to remain in the past. We are not superior to anyone, no more radiant than the sun itself, but we can be everything to someone with whom we want to passionately share what is inside ourselves.

Stand your ground where you are, scrutinizing that which lacks explanation, and sooner or later, we will find a way to bury that which, by force, we have not wished to unearth.