And the boy looked with watered eyes to all those color that exploded in the sky
He was watching fireworks in the rain.
As the explosions draw colors in the void he let himself travel in his mind
He was thinking that as he wasn't present to enjoy those lovely fireworks
he was also not present to enjoy his life.
It just felt like he wasn't from this realm. Like a film that went on with or without him.
Something just wasn't right.
A flaw somewhere has been spotted somehow by him.
In this melodrama called life.
How can people swine ashore when love is the water?
Why do they all pretend happiness when all they have is a self-resignation
That can't, by any means, be a limit.
What barrier must we break? What inside-out spiritual skin must be undressed for us to see, feel and breathe?
Well… first the good news.. you can get there…
Now… the bad news… one lifetime may not be enough…
That boy, now a man, blames it on the rain for the present state of his eyes.
The eternal riddle smiles upon him and he gets mad
The man, looks at it all like a quest.
A road that has many ways
But are all as useless as his conditioned free will.
And the fireworks are no longer there….
They were never there to begin with…
it was just a journey into his mindless mind.
He knows… something isn't quite right but he's betting on anyone
with more credit than him.
Is he crazy? Or is he human?