Braids

I really did not know the penetrating emptiness behind my reflection, it was the sea that at first left me speechless.

Where a trail of ashes remained crucified in the hollow infinity, which in a way was my barefoot walk.

I watched time go by and my eyes made the boom of the eternal cycle of pure decanting.

It was the nomadic movement that came and went of the waves against the shore.

I felt the sun at the tip of the firmament but I only fell into the arms of the mountains.

Fragments of the past made the distant distance between the stem and the petals of my body.

The now marked the coffin of dead skin, shedding the abstract puzzle of my twisted features.

Tears were like blood stains on an immaculate garment.

Where my attempt to overcome my limits made the braids that would weave my gloom.

- written by pablo