Is Sadness really richer and more complex
Than Happiness, her sister? Does her
Kiss dazzle you for longer?
I used to believe that so many things were right
Until the day I realized that I wasn’t the same person
I stare at my former self and say
— There’s no beauty in suicide, unless
You’re sick, too…
And all the inexistent gods know how ill and sick
I’ve been. I’ve been sick for a long, long time
My hands are full of wishes and dreams, but I’ve
Gave up on most of them.
Still, my hands remain warm and ready to
Hold yours if you need me
Time is the most beautiful god