Why I write

 

all we did was make eye contact.

 

but in that instant

between my blink and her smile

 

she convinced me I was the one chosen to decipher this complex situation.

 

She gave me two options

 

I could either keep my heart caged In this simulated prison

 

Constructed by a baby face bow and arrow baring idol. Chasing and immature love created by a child.

 

Or take the hand of loves apostles believe in the impossible

diving into the matrix where my love and I will forever be adjacent.

Adjusting to a reality without limitations

ripping the blinds off my eyes to admire the shine illuminated by the stars aligned

evolving into

 

inspiration for me to write a whole poem

from just a single poetic line.

 

Love is a reason y

 

or how I

 

I know the sadness of a joker

 

And why every day he lays layers upon layers of purity's paint to mask his true emotions

 

"Preys" for physical freedom like a activist

 

Multiple attempts to exit into

Eternity turned into practices

 

Evolving the jokers body into one of Basquiat canvases

 

Demented figures forging fantasy

Of happiness

 

Carnival colors covering the conclaves for the voices that are constantly after him

 

Blinded by the spite

 

Defeated by his own will and might

 

glorified by his own guilt that rises during the temptations of the night.

 

reintroducing wrist to knife

 

risking life

 

just to feel a presence

 

I write to be the voice for love and depression

 

the two strongest emotions I have ever committed.

 

That is why I write

                                                             

 

                                                                                                          

08/07/2013