It is extremely strange how something so small can eventually become so relevant, dominant, defying and so necessary. Time after time, and space through space, the ideas of optimism and hope equitably vanish. The rain falls upon you washing away with it every sense of expectation.
The climate is perfect for damage however; the temperature produces excellent reasons to melt every illusion, to taint every attempt of a clear vision. Suddenly, the once solid ground becomes full of gravel, and your feet begin to feel the painful consequences of this trip. There’s nothing. Everything is empty…dead.
Nevertheless, there is in the middle of all these facts something very certain and real. My heart still beats; my chest still rises up and down in rhythm. My eyes continue to develop this amazing gift of converting everything I lonely see into feelings and tears of life! My desperation winds down and my feet slow down while walking.
The foundations in which I step upon begin to shake, and it becomes even more stable. The stability of this new reality comforts me and the feelings that stir inside are definitely a source of inspiration. I forget about everything else…at least for this very moment.