The Path
Every step keeps me moving away from what I want the most. Every random thought converge to the same point again and again. The spiral I have been walking down is becoming narrower and darker.
I left long time ago the original light. The light that is warm, gentile but fugacious. This light is crude, bulky and burdensome until the point of desire the complete darkness. Now I am barely able to see every step I do. The inertia generates the motions that push me downward but I am not sure if the path indicates the final or a new beginning, with a new light and………and a new love.
Thirty-two years of continuous walking, continuous wander around. The heavy light has disappeared but a new light starts to come up. These first rays are not coming neither from the East nor from above. It is coming from inside.
Maybe I have got the light that I wanted to illuminate myself. Perhaps the burn within me was the life creator flame, not the last fire before the ashes.