Pandora

Jealous of how clueless about what he has missed. It is clear now that the manipulation uncovering the magic tricks of a crazy man is filled with irony and regret. Haunting the light, and it is all a prison. Perhaps I have made enough damage, at least, for myself. Convincing yourself with the dilemma that every protagonist is all to himself is quite a lie I never expected to say, but who to notice?

From there, the conversation went, for a man with infinite possibilities for a beautiful quiet closure, and that is when he found himself across a sunflower field, centered with a tree of no cause. Moving seeing the grey, and the yellow burning sun, which is why, he only could see less.

Manipulate less, hope is a weak medical potion back then and the tears filling the face, hiding from the crowd, with a crown holding the identity of a man who never let go of the dream but has been stupid to the question. Despite the ongoing losing chess match, a man of scribbles that once were his light and just turned time bombs, headaches, and perhaps wrong pills.

A sweet day for a fool’s mind. Business, a game of monopoly. Did the painter miss her brush? Did the actor miss her talent? Did I miss me? The farfetched hope is only one more lie of a consistent wish of having the fatal brutal disease but just carry on a smile after a hard day.

“Man, grow.” Society can get at some point a comedy. Perhaps a play and the people are the audiences, and for some reason, there is no play at all. We just keep looking and for the empty souls we carry, we cooperate and make one ourselves. Luckily, the ones who leave the theatre have saved seats for some others to watch the nonsense everybody is forced to see, and for those who left, they left forced, too.

Joke? The day we wake up curious is one step closer to a day we regret our curiosity at a point of view. Anyway, beat up the music and let the pills work. Did you take the right ones, buddy? The answer got as follows: an anti, for an anti. I guess that is the anti-correct, for the cruel unfair joke of life, where it is not that we laugh on, it is that we cry but inside, and smile for fake satisfaction from the outside asking for forgiveness and fairness.

Jekyll, was the world so off, or did you miss the hellfire party? Both ways, I guarantee you the loss of nerves. The one thought of ending it all, of forbidding the rules and leaving the play that never ends, at least to our knowledge. Is that possible? Some said it is, but for quite a cost. Am I ready? Is that a threat? Even if it is, who cares? I need a decision. A one that will tell what the future carries. This is where I finally choose.

A resignation request. It is not a choice, it is that the play is now interesting. I am beginning to love it. I have no idea why, but I guess it is because of the drama. Finally, something new to a shallow game where we all die watching, and they all die acting. The case has changed. I am not believing the shift, but it is happening and I can feel it. Still, this does not change my decisions, this just postpones them.

Sunflowers filled his mind. He can only think of one decision, and it is to stay, plant more sunflowers, and keep the happy stars shining. Stunning how they look, beautiful what they changed, and about their blessings - who imagined that it will end like this somehow some way.

Off the grid, when he was young, they told him that you are a protagonist for this world and he grew up thinking he would change it. Aging discovering the desperate angel of life nobody talks about until you discover it yourself is a curse humans are all cursed. Despite the fact, the memories they make, the happiness they feel, and the warmth that contains them are what give meaning to it all.

Nevertheless, this might feel new, not the same protagonist who never saw the stars. I deliver the message and the idea continues with the one that humans need, hope. Hope was never weak.

Dear Dorothy, I was lost on a track I could not beat. I never wanted to win, not because I wanted to lose, but because this was never a competition. I fear less, I am not that fearless but you are. I believe you can. You brought peace. You cured emptiness. You made meaning out of this play. I never imagined to like it, but I do, when it is with you.