My blank pages of life and stories teach me to embrace the enigma of my fate
Whenever I think about my future
I can only see blank pages of a book still to be written
With my patience and perseverance, I try to love the unknown
I always change mood like a cloudy sky that lets the sun shine through the haze
Sometimes I feel like a flower that has been sunburned in the summer months
Oftentimes I feel like a leaf falling from its tree under the influence of an unpredictable wind
Everything around me is a reflection of my true self
I always avoid mirrors to not let them swallow my soul
Indeed, I am a perpetual dreamer whose real image appears through rhymes and verses
I will never know myself for I’m an infinite abyss of mysteries
And I even don’t aspire to get all the knowledge of this universe
Always metamorphosing into someone new
I wait for the time that doesn’t matter anymore
As I see my shadow disappear beneath the night sky
Wandering and getting lost in the forest of doubts
I don’t have certitudes and I don’t know how to embrace my future
Sometimes I believe that I love instability
Sometimes I think that I have a predilection for blank pages
I’m a blank page waiting to be written
Paroxysm of emotions is my way of expressing my true essence
I’m made of dreams and illusions
I suffer unbearably and I love being delusional
A romantic is never a loser but an eternal source of magnificence
I will never bow to power and oppression
I’m a free spirit and like a wildflower, I love to catch a glimpse of the sky
While the pouring raindrops fall all over me
I wait for my dreams to come true and for my heart to be consumed by madness
As a book with blank pages, my inner senses yearn to be filled with both bliss and decay.
Elisabetta