In the midst of the irreversible
and waterlogged with handicap,
I search and search
the answer to the same why
that has been with me for the longest time
than I would like to admit.
If explained
from the first tangle of feelings,
the great collapse might have been sufficiently contained
not to raze my temple to the ground.
In a reality
where the reactions
happen during the actions
and disappointments,
one is losing strength
to even struggle to get to safety.
Everything was taken away from me,
except for crying.
Every tear
load with kilos of unowned liability,
agreements without ownership
and unintentional apologies.
So when I emptied myself,
I stand still
trying to maintain the balance
and highlight an isolated cry
demanding salvation
than only in seconds of consciousness,
I understand myself.
Ancient demons greet me blissfully
and they look at me mockingly
standing at the foot of the door
waiting for my next move.
And I, tired...
I smile.
Photography by Francesco Sambati
Curious and brazen; inflamed with disconcerting realities and lyrical aspirations.