There’s butterflies, mixed with the colors of the rainbow in a shape I can’t describe. I stopped looking for and quit transforming in a way that didn’t fit me. Such a mirage of familiar faces couldn’t survive. The mystery is the truth that hides among the noise of society and slips from our hands tired from holding. Freedom despise negotiation and belongs to the ones that made peace with fear. Remember to forget the unforgettable before you attempt to create new memories. All that remains will hunt you. I thought I woke up meanwhile sleeping and I slept walk to your dream. I knew you were planning to know me and I chose to leave. I don’t want to be a dream, I have conquered mine. I’m the naked truth dressed by soul.
Eva Texidó Font