Was it the lie,the indecision,wether the anxiety for the truth that didn't exist?
Did it? Did it not? I don't know!
No,please don't ask me,because I really don't know.
The words said,were the truth,only because I know it.
I know the truth. Nothing else.
And that is when you take out a sentiment...
I have ripped,violently,without even thinking about it. It is all gone.
It is not only the sentiment,those are the memories,the feelings,the things you've felt.
I have taken each and every one of them. I don't remember,which day it was,
I do not remember what mattered,I won't know about names and places,words.
I know what I know,yet I know what I don't want to know.
Each and every piece of evidence have been burnt,together with the piece of my heart.
I won't remember not only because I didn't want to,it is more because I won't have any proof.
It is gone...all of it. You've asked for it,i've delievered.
My old self,my cold old self,is me now,I am happy,because I know who I am.
A story? Or a tale? Just disencountering. Being there that was an intervention.
Not worked by the hands of love,wether the hands of a ''possible -could-be''.
Beautiful while lasted,till the day it became darkness and ashes.
Today is a new time,no explanations,no guilt,no bad feelings.
My spirit is cold yet free to feel again.
Daniel Viana Alencar.
