I was arrived to this edge where my hope as my former curly hair has melted in the course of the wearing time; In the vicinity of the pace i was caught on, people i would knew, people i would love were more and more part of a blurry painting, like when, as a kid, i was watching with my vibrant and feverish eyes the multicolored nature out of a train window; i remember those moments of neat existence without the conscioussness of beauty nor bad; what did i got from my craziness? i can seat straight, i can imagine my multiple losses, i left the blazing pages of my misunderstanding faded away with this hope, i become invisible, my shoulders don't bear anymore the pedestal of vigor, i crumble like a sand castle blown by the gust of their indifference; if before i had a chance and with words i could conquer, i'm now a pathetic shadow of the desperate old fool i will become soon; hope flees in the hourglass of time but i know i consume it more quickly as soon as i see myself, in any way; i can stand still and chase the others with my glances, i can smile all the wrinkles of my face, when hope is gone mankind sees the void in you, you're just a shriveled fruit; i don't know the spell to shine anew, to discover again the fiery child i was, i don't have the formula to enchant water and rejuvenate my filthy thoughts; if all i can do is feel in vain and watch my limbs collapse to the ground in despair, if i can love a dream, but i can't love my hope, and my hope is thin, at last, all will disapear completely when i'll fall from the edge.
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