Lost heart... broken soul

We spend whole days waiting for hope to fall from the sky, entering through the door of the past and making looks disappear in the feeling of a heartbeat, making seconds become open skies and our skin become contaminated with the common sense of sin. Let us forgive the fact of having been born in a fierce world, that consumes our soul without leaving a trace of what we were one day; the appearance of a new memory, makes us feel unique, because we do not remember the wounds of our brain, without worries, nor small existential problems.

We exist because we can and we want because we do, the possible becomes impossible and what is dreamed walks hand in hand with reality, without neglecting the human essence, what represents us at a galactic level; it is pathetic to look for the way out of a marked course, offering clear feelings to the oppressor, releasing our split soul and looking for the true treasure that has been hidden from the explorers, those who have found an excuse to think in an absolute truth, where none can withstand the pressure of a hellish world, which shows its demons and frustrates every step towards evolution.

Desires will never be above needs, even more so if souls take control of bodies; when a wounded mind decides to stop loving, the cosmos aligns itself so that all the way is clear and each of the things that really make anyone happy are fulfilled.

Let us never stop believing in what makes us unique, much less look for a way to lower our goals, we will always find a way to make it work and leave failure aside, looking for life to be a little more balanced and of course we do not have to leave aside what we love.

The teachings of our ancestors, will always echo in our minds, because it is those words that make us different, make us look for a solution where there is none and of course find the secret formula to be happy. Life is a roller coaster and only those who have fun will see a light at the end of the tunnel with it; never despise the designs of destiny, everything is calculated and we will always be in a position of privilege, thanks to our life of corruption and anxiety.