The path of perdition and chimaeras had become the centre of my past existence
Having lost myself a million times and having found a new version of myself each time
I was a creature of transformation and a cyclic universe
So cast astray I was that I couldn’t recognise myself oftentimes
It’s too difficult to define and confine ourselves in a label and a box
Definitely, I never succeed in such a task differently from other mortals
I was made of fractures and wholeness
I was made of sadness and merriment
I was made of splendour and decay
I was made of beauty and darkness
I was made of shells and the ocean
I was made of the infinite and stars
Nevertheless, I came to a point of no return
Where I couldn’t go back or appear under the previous shape
I had become a new creature belonging to the realm of transformation and death
My pitiful soul was just a dead star that had fallen from the night sky
I couldn’t recognise myself even if I did desire it so much
All the mirrors in front of me seemed black as soon as I stared at their sleek surfaces
Oh, the pathetic anguish I was feeling in my heart!
Nothing could have alleviated it!
A stone flower was inside myself
While I’ve got lost in the labyrinth of thoughts and fears
And now I was resting on my dried and pale tears made of dust
Everything appeared so lousy and loud to my delicate eyes
The world that the mortals had built was too much for me
And I felt an evanescent feeling of despair and pain
The path of perdition and chimaeras could have been the product of my imagination
Or maybe it was just one of my several hallucinations that haunted my dreams
I will never know it!
Elisabetta
