A SINGLE PASSAGE

Nothing compares to the stillness of the soul. Remain dignified even within the spiral of desolation. Remain upright before the arrogance of opulence. Life, an hourglass filled with illusions. The celestial spark is lashed by the insolence of fleeting vanities idolized by humankind, whenever it strays from the love of the Grand Architect. To sanctify goodness is to divert the apostles of chaos from the roads of our fate. One existence to purify myself within the darkness of my weaknesses. I know all my transgressions. I was born guilty, but I shall depart innocent. I fight my demons each day with the same self-denial. I seek happiness in mortification, like a sacrificial lamb. Nothing compares to harmony and serenity. Failures have taught me to savor the pleasures of silence. My tormented mind consumes the hatred of my enemies like a hard drug. I have but one journey through this purgatory. My penance has not yet begun. I’ve stopped chasing after the illusions of this world fertile in decadence. Imperfect, thus dissatisfied since the womb of the one who gave me life. I am the sanctuary of paradoxes and countless contradictions. I sustain a battered shell destined to die and decay. I am saddened to have been born, yet I cling to life like the terminally ill in palliative care. I give thanks to the universal force for granting me its mercy. I’ve traveled far to read the silences of human beings. In my dreams, my ethereal body wanders freely across distant continents. I hate the Reaper, that silent witch who will keep me from knowing every country on this planet.