I keep walking no where,

As if there is something I’m looking for,

I see the people around me,

They’re real,

Without faces,

And still real.

Why I’m this way,

Why I keep feeling outside the picture,

Looking from the distance,

And at the same time inside it,

Is life real?

Or a elaborate game to play,

Or is it a bed time story for unknown people.

I keep going forward,

And the questions come to me again,

I avoid them.

Thinking of all acts of kindness in our world,

How other people found their purpose,

On the love of my antecedents,

The passion of their eyes when they tell their stories,

Then one of the people faces change.

It’s me,

A calmer version of myself,

Then other,

And another,

All parts of me.

In that single moment tranquility comes to my heart,

I’m looking for myself,

But all of this is me,

I don’t have to decide or eliminate parts,

Because I’m the combination of all this,

Of circumstances and changes,

Passion, dreams, and mistakes.

I don’t need to be a certain way,

I’m perfect as I am.

A combination of all the things,

You may usually run away for.

And the most important,

An element with different faces.