Myself Requiem

Time as come where powerlessness as arise upon and all around me, and I wonder, wandering, if there is mystery in the emptiness, if there is something in all we can’t remember no more, if in the power of forgetting, power goes on.

Screaming can’t solve anything anymore and the tears are fooling again and again; I must say that I was blessed to have meet and sit with all of you; to have enjoyed our companionship in the fulfillment of my hands.

Eternity that was before come to pass as a picture in my head, as a thought thinking itself over and over again, back and forward, and turning around to the beginning that’s the end.

Moving around,
Waiting just about,
Going away as fresh as to be:

I’m here just for now, but not for long here long it’s just a corner where I first saw myself.

What should I be when I’m not being? What can I wait, when place there is not? Who I’m I supposed in whom? Although weirdness as become a place in the horizon, I must go forward and seek out new ways of being. Stronger than strongest that’s what I should be, hoping beyond hopeless.

The screech is emerging in the horizon of my eyes: let me go, I must be where my death it’s not.

Trying off,
Make not,
Don’t turn around, it’s too late: the requiem as began.

Steady! Look firmly ahead whiteout fear of what is coming.