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 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?