I could almost touch it. Almost.
Failure has a bitter taste. For a brief moment, I had forgotten about it. Life always denies the things most needed… When needed it them most. Drown yourself into sorrow and despair… You can’t let yourself forget about the reality of things. Hope is for the ones that have everything. Life is always good for the ones that don’t need a board’s salvation.
Why does reality always have to come like a kick in the heart? Why can’t just let it be for a moment? A moment in time and space where everything could be fine. Not good. Fine…
Drown in tears. Life is for the lucky ones.
Life is for the ones that fortune smiles to since birth. For those who really don’t need fortune.
Almost.
Almost, like a bird, I could fly. To a better place, with no strings and some hope. Hope is for the ones that can afford to have some hope. For those who can’t… Reality will always show her ugliest face… It’s claws will hurt more deeply.
Almost it was mine. It was denied.
I didn’t had the proper age to get it.
The proper age to enjoy… It’s not me. It’s my age. Too young to know pleasure…
Imagem: Douleur d'amour de William Adolphe Bouguereau




