This place of unlimited possibilities
of which I relinquish its grip.
Loosening her grasp of boundless joy,
holding no grudges.
I travel alone the road to nostalgia,
bound to taste its obsessive thoughts,
it´s silent reverie.
The wreckage of my thoughts and soul.
The brightness in my eyes dulled.
My final complexity of stillness.


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