sadness — VerifyYourBrain

Like a love of sadness I am a river that prays at its birth, the tragic a shadow disappeared at dawn, only the moon is born it observes me, but does not speak in the name of my spirit it crumbles at dusk.

I possess the weight of time in my hands and also in my chest an endless fury, condemned like a reflection in a mirror my laughter lost the memory of what its echo was like and my fantasies fade in its garden.

I am a sad dancer who dances with tranquility, so murky that I keep memories with threads of salt, with allegory of my life, my image in the glass does not recognize me and my eyes insinuate their own conclusion sadness nothing more.