Close Eyes
There is a girl sitting in a room full
of mirrors, in the palace of illusions.
She looked at herself in the mirror
but she doesn’t recognise herself.
A stranger, a projection, a mirage.
Drowning in a sea 🌊 of tears,
she wants to die, but she won’t die.
Because death doesn’t exist,
life and death are both but the same.
They both one stream with one end each.
Without beginning, without end.
A lonely start, even though there is others.
Her brightness is for herself.
Forever selfish.
With no regrets, no shame;
she multiply her victories by 10.
Always in a hurry, with bills to pay or hungry.
Always smiling, always happy.
With head in the clouds,
feet ground it on earth 🌏.
Harold Rivas
9/11/17
