A human body sitting on the floor of a dark room

A human body sitting on the floor of a dark room,

Gazing at the moonlight reflecting off the furniture,

And pondering life and death

And survival,

On consciousness

And what makes us who we are

Without ever reaching an answer

Without ever getting up

Why is it that peace only comes in the darkness? Why do the demons fall silent, yet the voices scream?

Where can one find something that doesn’t exist? Something that doesn’t want to be found? (A human body sitting on the floor of a dark room)

And in darkness there is no form; everything is shadow. It offers excuses, grants forgiveness.

But what is darkness, if not the absence of light? The partial or total absence of a luminous source. Darkness is what casts shadows, what blocks the vision. And the minds. It silences our consciousness to sleep, illuminates our imagination, and allows us to escape reality.

Turn on the light.

Look behind you! To the side! Up! Ahead! Turn on the light and face the truth!

They’re all just excuses (nothing more than excuses, explanations that no one else hears, just to ease your guilty conscience)

Nothing is stopping you from turning on the light and looking in the mirror. But it does stop you, doesn’t it? Because there are no lies there; after all, the reflection is crueler than the mind. It holds no false promises, only the harshest reality.

What do you see in your reflection? Your soul? Your mistakes? Your excuses?

Turn on the light.

Look into your eyes.

What do you see?

Their color? The white with the red veins? The dark circles beneath them? Their asymmetry?

What do you see when you look into your own eyes?

Yourself? Or someone you no longer recognize?

Who are you?

A demon in the darkness, a deep shadow of the person you once were.

Who are you if not me? And if that’s the case, who am I?

(A human body sitting on the floor of a dark room)

Why am I here?

The darkness is calm. It hides imperfections. It offers excuses. It lets my eyes close, and the bed sway me into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.

What is reality to a dream?

Hell? The voice of reason?

What do you do when, day after day, it’s the same tired excuses? The same cruel lies. I’ll do it, in a little while, tomorrow, tonight, someday.

When, after all, will the time come?

Inertia weighs you down, spreads, and blocks you. The burden of moving.

To move forward.

Isn’t that what you’re afraid of? Of starting and realizing you can’t do it, that you’re not capable. Of looking in the mirror and suddenly seeing all those infinite possibilities fade away just because you’re moving forward. (Because I fail, I always fail)

But it has to be this way. Turn on the light, move forward in life. Get started!

Society commands, and we, its faithful sheep, obey. (That’s how it is, isn’t it? It’s always been this way. Humanity limits us at the same time it defines us, like mere dogs chasing their own tails, a vicious and endless cycle, until death grants us freedom.)

Start! Burn! Miss! Fall! Get up!

How many times do I have to get up before I can just stay on the ground?

Fall. I’m sick of the repetition, the hope, the work and then nothing.

I fall and keep falling, and the pain is all for nothing, because I get back up once again.

Move forward, move forward, move forward, burn, fail, fall, get up.

Move forward, burn, burn, burn, fall, get up, move forward, burn, fall, fall, get up.

Move forward, burn, fall, fall, fall, get up, move forward, burn, burn, fall, get up.

Move forward, burn, fall, get up, move forward, fall, get up, get up, move forward.

Fall, get up.

I fall, and I’m exhausted. (A human body sitting on the floor of a dark room)

Where is this leading me?

Nowhere

Cry! Scream! Fight! Show that your soul still exists, that your mind hasn’t burned out, that your body hasn’t given up on life.

But my soul withers, my mind grows foggy, and my body falls ill. And life goes on. It spins and spins on a globe of earth and water. It spins and spins and never stops.

I want to stop. [GIVE ME A BREAK!!!] [FREE ME!!!]

Spin and spin. Where are you going?

Nowhere

A fixed orbit. A cruel fate. It spins and spins. Until there is nothing left to spin. Until it is consumed by the light that gives it life, that fuels its orbit, that charts its fate. It spins until everything goes dark. Until it ceases to exist. Until it dies.

Will you grant me this dance, Life?

Until Death do us part, and then I’ll dance with her.

Spin and spin.

Turn and turn.

Until my feet bleed, until my hands fall off, until my eyes go blind, until my lungs collapse, until my brain rots away.

Until nothing remains but ashes. And the wind comes to free me from this finite dance.

It hurts. And it never stops hurting. It twists and turns. It spins and whirls.

Hands to life, soul to death.

And when it’s gone, where will we go next?

Nowhere

Buried in the earth,

bones laid bare,

decaying flesh,

memories reflected in the wind,

never to be shared.

Whining, sulking, lamenting, excuses. Whispers and voices. Empty words, words that should have been said long ago, sentimental words. Words that no longer matter.

At a funeral, the living mourn, but the dead feel nothing.

For what is life, after all, if not a cruel passage of time?

One day, I will be dust. One day, you will be dust.

It is the eternal truth. For this, no excuses can be made, no lies can be spun; it can be postponed, but not escaped. Sooner or later. Everyone knows it, everyone feels it.

I fall.

And I stand there, staring at myself in the mirror, and ask: Who am I? What have you done to me? But the mirror doesn’t answer, and I remain fallen, going nowhere.

A human body sitting on the floor of a dark room,

Staring at a mirror with no reflection, seeing nothing.

It searches for truths that slip through its fingers, like water flowing in a river.

The darkness covers reality like a blanket, light yet oppressive.

It stands up and turns on the light.

And returns to the floor. Sitting. Staring at the same mirror.

And its humanity laughs at it.

There is no truth to be found there.

Just a human wondering why it exists

And it won’t stop wondering,

Until it falls, until it dies, until it is buried and goes nowhere.