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… of my inner self giving giant steps above me.

Like an ant I watch and remain as quiet and safe as I can.

Towering over me the shadow of my delusions covers me slowly.

Drowned upon my fears I am reborn.

I have no fear now, I am the shadow.

I don’t exist,  yet I shine upon every living soul.

I am real.

I was born in the middle of a storm.

I was lent the power of a thunder.

The brightness of a lightning.

The dreams of a child and the color of an exploding star.

The day arrived when I was supposed to be born.

My ancient fathers watched me from the sky hoping that someday I could understand the meaning of my mission.

My mission was not simple.

I was supposed to enlighten the eyes of those who thought blindness was their destiny.

To bring music to those ears that where covered with lies.

But everyday I realized I wasn’t able to handle that difficult task.

So I started watching the flowers grow and the birds sing.

Then I understood the meaning of my mission, the power I had was not something to be imposed, it was only a shepherd’s cane to lead them into their own magic.

No one but themselves were able to understand that.

So I silently waited and listened to all those stories and mysteries.

Now my roots are deep enough to drink the most deep and hidden water.

And my branches reach the sun so I can be always connected.

The night whispers me her secrets with the help of the wind.

Now I’m always there.

A tree that will never be cut.

Lies a body….

Cold…

Inanimate …

Disturbing and beautiful…

Empty eyes and a soul far away ….