She tripped with a stone, fell down with dirt on her
face, she looked up, she saw the sky, and a sun that she was not sure about,
she stood up, looked down and saw the print of her face on the dirt, beside her
footprints, she thought she was lost, she continued her way walking behind what he’d call he shadow of a
transparent success, she walked in every direction day and day, but she is weak
and his voice is a law.
He whispered in her ears, he was seducing, she was
conservative, she could barley hear him, it’s like he never speaks, he fades,
and that’s all he does. The way of the sun, was the only way, and she doesn’t
like to walk on sand. She thought she was walking forward.
She opened her second eye, she saw upside down, she was
scared, orange of fires was the color of everything, black was the second
color, light was the inexistence of light, and night was what she thought is
day, and it was never day.
She walked out of her house, looking for a home, she
was reality, and she was told to go forward, she was young with an old look on
her face, trapped in an endless prison of space, deceiving but enlightened, a
way that looked paved in the middle of a desert, a way that led to the sun, or
what looks to be a sun, it was night, and it has always been, she saw days,
days that she only saw, days that no one really saw, and he, he fades into a
brighter color.
She kept tripping but she had to pave her own way. She was
religious, she thought she’s strong, lost, he was calm, his voice is low, she
walked with no trouble, she was fast, she loved it, flowers everywhere, green
on both sides, fountains of liquor everywhere, a blue sky , and a sky for every
rainbow. Butterflies were clouds and she was happy that she can see all of that
with one eye.
Sun was hell, low was high, she depicted truth, she saw
a full view, she saw reality, she walked her first steps with eyes opened, she
moved backwards, it’s were he didn’t tell her to go, she was old, he was loud,
he never faded, he was cunning, and sand was a bliss.
