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After all these years thinking, one would assume that the words would just flow, out of this rebelliousness to not exist as just another ordinary soul who goes around in a carrousel, turning around instead of forward. After all those attempts to get it right, the heart just stopped, for lack of inspiration. My heroes are long gone, before I was ready to believe and to take away this doubt that humans are not gods. Too weak, too afraid, too comfortable at being on bunches. Half adults, half children, still learning. The air coming in is as heavy as it is blown out. No gain without loss. This moment insists on lasting forever, but I am in a hurry to keep on going.
Soon enough I see my time coming to grow up too, and to forget the fantasies and caprices of my child within; this tender world that I long to stay in. It is too painful to cease being innocent, and stop aspiring that there are any grownups out there as pure as a child anymore. We all have been placed under fire, under tight control to execute, to be accounted for and capable, that we are ceasing to feel important and courageous enough to stand still. We need to keep on moving, or at least, try really hard to move things around so we can fit in. We are living in The Age of The Follow. I follow you, you follow me but no one is really following anyone, just pretending to be part of a collective need to exist. We are struggling, heavily breathing the last purity that is left in our spirits. We are not dying because death is just the beginning of something greater and we are not ready for that yet. We are still afraid of it, not welcoming it, not understanding it. For now, we are all just desperately wishing to be.
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