ONE MORE VOYAGE

Carving a knife out of my head, sleeping under a dragon’s wing, unwilling to renounce to the lights that causes the burden of daylight, the gates hold still to what has been and what’ve might been. Passing down the stairway, in a temple I can see those past walls sculptures about those who had touched me before, I’m still carving those days that I yet can’t leave behind, days and faces, words that causes my sensibility to strive into my living flesh. I am so lost inside myself, like I torn apart something I truly love and wanted to nurture and take care of. It’s not a secret passion, there has been kind words and vast poems about my voyages beside you, I don’t regret it at all. I listened to what you dreamed of and wished for and I believed it, I wanted it as well and never changed my mind, I don’t blame anyone… I can’t believe how much I feel for this.