The glances cross in a space of time, where life becomes vain and curiosity makes everyone, an impressive and uncertain world; it seems that we are destined to live in a galaxy of attacks, being the existence a fact put to the test every day.
Our soul is lost, confused and of course becomes one with the desert of lamentations, we feel alone, walking an endless route, making the past take possession of our mind, without thinking of the damage we will cause to our generations.
We will always be selfish, beings that seek to shield themselves in a lie that makes them immortal, but that hits every day everything that surrounds us. Everything we fear will happen someday and it will happen when we least expect it, leaving in our wake a bitter taste, looking at the moon looking for answers, without knowing that these are in our heart, they have always been there, but we never dared to touch them.
The way we look at our fellow man, leaves much to be desired, because we give ourselves in a small cycle of love, but we are unable to seek true happiness, we think that everything is allowed and that nothing is impossible, when the reality we live is another, seeing how the barbarism becomes noticeable in our life and the certainty arrows us right in our mother vein.
Everything begins with the small questions, where the hypotheses are approved and we swear to defend every promise of our destiny. We believe that we have an assured future, seeing that our existence is getting farther and farther away; we rise from the ashes, but we will never be reborn from an insubstantial life. It is illogical every shape that shows up in our memory, noticing that small parts that make them perfect are missing, but we get used to survive with a fractured and empty mind.
The gifts we have in our galaxy, teach us not to depend on happiness and never let a small stumble make us surprised by depression, we will never die without knowing what really makes us well, we will always be attentive to the voices of space, watching how the birds take a different direction and the fish begin to climb trees, but we will never be aware of those who make us invincible, because this is us, beings who seek the unthinkable and the tangible we discard.