Excuse me, if you have not had news from me.

In reality, I walked through cities and streets observing life and its lethargy, looking for a reason, a reason that made would make me react to what man with his selfishness, irrationality and lack of scruples, destroyed; and not to feel this hell of memory, which baffles me.

I continued my way into this battle that burned my cries and just as the smoke of a cigarette dilutes in the air, so did my hopes.

Everything that I wanted and fought for became meaningless. This led me to evoke the blood of the eternal pilgrim and felt that what I tried and could be was in vein.

I witnessed tears, coldness, the desert, hell and fierce concerns that fostered an earthquake that would not stop. There is a gaping chasm that expands and distances every day, like a defeated battalion undertaking withdrawal, escaping from its enemy.

We have distanced ourselves so much that the time when I once was happy was snatched from me. How did it happen, what happened? I do not know...

With my feelings shattered I found myself in a dead end, in companionship of cigarettes and solitude. Confusion locked me in a whirlwind of emotions and thorns. Like unfinished strokes, on the canvas of oblivion, my cries failed to resist the challenge of my sorrows.

The end was getting closer!

Days go by...

I am unable to find the clues to understand the reason of existence; perhaps our specie is at the mercy of strange hands, mere puppets, imprisoned in everyday life, an everydayness that causes nausea.

I walked aimlessly. I walked challenging the streets where the shadows hid behind the shadow of this dying humanity; writing by turns, speaking of dreams, of a place I could never go; that the step to the moon and to you snapped before my eyes.

I find it hard to think of love without thinking of the welfare of mankind and most likely doubt will crush me and only the ocean will remain with an absolute certainty that there are things in this world that I will never see.

However, I implore change, a change that not being briny will not forget humanity!

Everything burns and dies...

There was no space or enough time for me to return; I had no previous warning that my life turned into hell.

Excuse me, if you have not had news from me...

© Noris Roberts