Insyriated

ausencias inexcusables

solamente acompañada

a ratos de mi firmeza

y siempre de mi esperanza

– E. Seligson

The hidden tears with which we claim self-control

The silence caused by an unintentional brainstorm

The irony of the hate towards those who are just trying to protect us

The disturbing and constant wondering of whys and hows

The nearly lost humanity of our thoughts.

The hope,

The bittersweet hope that comes with the night and is taken away by the dawn.

Where do you think you’ll be

Where do you hope to be

Where do you expect to be

Where do you need to be

Where do you want to be, when our world comes to its end?

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