DMN

The movement that so many look like ants from one side to the other, chaotic as it should be out of quick exits the subway, looking for clues, seeking new solutions for old problems, still open to new, encoding, encrypting, and creating just for fun, a day to remember as everyone else, a person traveling between strangers, people who are unlikely to see again, doors are closed and it is better not open them, hide old demons and evils which would be better not to see them again , some of them so old that have been forgotten by the men, would be say by Lovecraft, but the greatest evil of the men is inside the mind of man himself creating his own demons and enemies, a scenario in which the actors are so great fears and insecurities as the imagination allows searching think they are not alone, trying to be the center of his own universe. Sometimes they will be awarding those thoughts created by our subconscious than those that feed us inside, we quench with that fear that makes us feel alive.

Tomorrow may be worse, but never mind, with memories of a painful past, a past that was so dark and yet so beautiful dual as the man himself as deep as the October sky crowned with stars, all these years trying to deny certain facts to seek refuge where there was an attempt to create empires in the clouds, flying so high that the sun melted my wings and a rose job done in a matter of days. Trying to keep the memories close to my thought, trying to do away with the hope that intoxicates me with false visions of a world to which I can not belong, which will always be others. Every morning I get the idea and every night I try not to dream of what are now my worst nightmares. Continue as a harlequin mask showing waiting time do lessen the pain, or that this creates a larger wound.

Smile when your heart broke, I curse the love, at least is what I want.

We are who we are, people do not change.