You asked me again and again Why such pessimism in my writings Why this relentless pursuit of death?

An ironic smile may reveal the cause A smile that in its conclusion To reveal the knowledge you sought Will you be able to endure it To know the person who became a shadow of himself?

Like an open book You read me, but you didn’t understand me Perhaps you would never have opened it if you had understood the philosophy better Now it’s too late.

Toxicity flirts with everyday life Once I used to laugh But only as a reaction My dreams sailed towards less realistic worlds with a weight I bid them farewell and remained in the boat alone the water begins to drown me, but where are the holes, I don’t think I saw any I sealed them well.

Look closely, it’s not the boat, but the body that cloaks your soul it’s not the guilt that drowns you but the pure water that abandons you and that naked and empty of dreams only then will you lie down again peacefully and smile genuinely don’t be afraid don’t blame anyone to think that you were never just a mere passerby.