cruel cold

It is hard sometimes to see how love fades, gets cold, or does not cause enough adrenaline or is simply not the same, when there is so much involved and countless goals achieved.

Life is cruel, fate is sometimes unfair, time is a bad friend, habit is treacherous and reality is sad, that subtly out of nowhere there is no longer light to brighten the nights of desired passions, that there is no noise of magic doing its job.

To think that the wings of the back and of shared dreams are tired, the memories are already erased, it hurts, and it hurts until it breaks the soul and bleeds the body of the little breath that is available.

It is like knowing that there are only ten seconds left to live and that the last drop has just been swallowed by so many spring afternoons and so many autumns watching the illusions that have been built fall leaf by leaf.

By: William Dominguez