it is not that I am not dying because I don’t want to
ask my guts
scars prove I already did
the inner circle of the wrong and lonely paradise
patiently awaits signs of illness
fact
my heart did stop to look back
but came around and stayed to never rest
the truth being
I don’t know any acceptable last words
I could tell you a little story
but that’s not the case when you have only seconds left
before running away
for the good and bad of a world that never ends
I do not pretend to be rising
my shoes are more of a Fenix than I am
they walk in circles I only follow trends
you have no clue how many doors were kicked in
women used
money spent
how many songs have changed their pace
how many streets have faced moments of blindness
to never recover or to never find me a better way
so I am hanging out with myself in my shoes
for now
around and around
over the years I didn’t choose
but they count
God damn
they count
in the last symphonies of the great Universe
RIP