m3ntalr00ts from simboLicRebirth by giLg4m3sH

The mere fact that the place where we are born is not the same as where we go, that fact alone makes us see that life is a journey without a destination
We do not stay in one place in a stable way
Time takes us from one place to another
The mere fact of dying in a different place from where we were born makes us see that life is only a visit
A small appendix of the whole
A grain of sand on the beach
A glass of water in the desert
The mere fact of dying without having lived... that alone makes us see that life is nothing more than a dream.
The path of a future is only a reflection of the past
A single one wishing to be only the reflection of the other
Making the life of another as if it were ours
And the desire of a past as if it were the future
And we only stay in this present going through the past with nostalgia or dreaming of a future that stops us completely
So we only go through time from one place to another
And we reflect on the past or we dream of the future
So we don't stop at anything
And we let ourselves be carried away by everything
Towards a tomorrow that only takes us to a yesterday that is only ours... time takes us to a single place... at the end of a path that is only ours... only ours... only ours...

just keep closing doors. BA, ARG