This is all you are

Time goes on, and I go in time.
Things fade away, feelings change, faces appear and disappear, images run in the whirlpool of fate, illusions, blows, tired movements, misty drizzle, memories of passing…
Desires awaken, narrow channels open in the stones of consciousness, the will moves, dreams die, the labyrinth turns, only helplessness remains from the past.
Bloody words in silence. Unborn embraces preserve what survived the torment.
I miss you today too.
The invisible descent of cold drops, intangible thoughts.
Who are we? What should we become?
Where is the magic that would help?
Tiny creatures in the infinite fabric of a labyrinth.
Someone gave me food, then left, and now I’m hungry again.
I screamed. Nothing. Maybe in this dream, I am mute.
This body is sick. Beyond touch, there is only imagination.
Who are we? Where should we go?
Apart from an embrace, what else can we do?
You look at me. You turn away. Then, you turn back. You don’t speak. You don’t understand.
The night seeps into you. Descending claws reach for a pure awakening.
Dreams. Dreams. Dreams.
Old flights ignite. Memory lifts me over the net of flesh again.
Who are we?
Cold hands grasp happiness.
Remember.
Seek God.
You are silent.
You let your fate happen to you.
You would speak. You search for words. Silence. What could you say?
A desire.
A thought.
This is all you are.