Today everyone will be celebrating a pagan festival of love that no one understands. And I can't kiss you or touch you. I feel you so far away and so close at the same time. And neither actions nor words can satisfy a bleeding soul. Who can replace our losses when the infinitely valuable time has already passed its sentence on us. There is no language of love other than progress.
Will eternal life be full of beings of light like you? Or are we just another mutual torture? How many traps I have gone through to reach your soul. And now I just want to see your smile.
You are my rest and I am your dream and I am so exhausted that I don't know if I will reach you. Much less do I know if I can build a dream so that the two of us can shine together for eternity.
I enter your canteen asking for the bitter elixir of happiness and you ask me to give you everything I am so I can pay for it. But I tell you that I don't know if that's enough to pay for the drink and then you make me drunk with your sight. The angels left me a gift to know what music to listen to right now. But I highly doubt that everyone in the cantina knows how to dance or feel to my song.
I'm trying to imagine the dignity of being able to taste your blue skin. But I couldn't find that pearl at the bottom of the sea. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place and you're not the depths of the sea, but the infinite sky.
I do not wish to be another person for you or for anyone. I just want to go back to who I am because deep down that will be better for everyone who really matters. There have been so many years of living with different masks that I no longer like any of them.
For now, be content knowing that we breathe the same air and place our prayers on the same altar in the hope of one day transcending.