Eternal of one second

It seems that the near is far and the far is near. * Sabri Ismail's picture

The city calls me. Someday. One step at a time. I'm not on the main land yet. I'm floating, but someday. I'm sure. That's the reason for me to have come here. I just have to wait and keep walking. One day, the unexpected will surprise me.

I know I'll love you, but still, You are not here yet. You are just an illusion, away from my will. 

Today I woke up with the feeling that the impossible will become possible in my life. How's that? I have no idea, it's just a feeling. Like an intense desire is about to bloom.

What if it was never the other one? What if it was always the unknown? What if I didn't know but one day, just like that, I finally found out? What if the truth was hidden? What if the whole world was showing me something I shouldn't know? What if life couldn't be predicted? What if you were here now? What if... *NickyPe's picture

What do I do if I dreamed about you? Nothing. What do I do if I don't know you? Nothing. What do I do to get out of place? Nothing. What do I do if I don't know where I am? Nothing What do I do if I want the impossible? Nothing. Nothing is the answer to everything. * JAKO5D's picture

Sometimes I'm haunted by images I know aren't mine. Not me, you. I dream of unknown people who seem to be part of my life. Not now, but the future. I chase words that don't belong to me. I know they don't belong to me. And there's nothing I can do about it. My life is a continuous walk through the clouds. * Donna Kirby's picture

I spend my life waiting. I take one step and another. But always waiting. Waiting for you, Who doesn't even know who I am. One day, I saw a rainbow through the window, It was there, just like me. I'm here. I'm still here. * Cindy Lever's picture

You know that feeling that everything looks good, but it's just appearance? I feel that today. Everything looks good, but it's not. My life's a little stagnant. I'm looking for people, places, pleasures, mostly writing, but I'm locked in. How much longer will I stay in this state? I have no idea. It's always like this, I never know anything. * Enrique Lopez Garre's picture

I keep imagining that forgetting is the only possible remedy for my illness. I wish forgetting was a pill. Take one and forget it for a week. Take two and forget for a month. Take three and forget forever. Unfortunately, that's not how it works. My memory forces me to remember, while my whole body cries out for the blessing of not knowing. What I do not know exists, does not really exist for me and, therefore, does not make me suffer. 

My mind walks without knowing where to land. Maybe I really needed some time. Maybe I'll be offered something. Maybe it's something unexpected.

I am waiting. It seems that I am always waiting for something. Something specific. Something not so specific. But something, for sure. I wait for the sun. I wait for the unknown. I wait for memories of other lives. I wait, I wait, I wait. And in the midst of so much inaction. I find myself there. Sitting. Looking at the sky and the water that flows. That's the life of one of the faces that inhabit me. Yeah, well, I'm inhabited by many. If I could choose, I wish I could be whole in myself. But can we ever be just one?