Intimum

And even if I held on to many things
And even if all these were given to me
And even if I was lucky enough to live through all that
Still, here is where I arrived

What is this “here”?
It is the point where you are naked
Naked facing yourself
You against you
Or with you

You hold on to nothing
You understand nothing
As if you reset to zero
Zeroed out of emotions,
out of thoughts,
out of hope

Hope for what?
How is everything erased?
How do you push things aside, shove them away, hide them,
as if they never happened?

Is this a way to begin again?
Or is it the fear of observing them?
Of looking at them carefully,
every single point of them?

Of looking at yourself carefully,
every single part of you?
Of shedding light on those darknesses,
your darknesses,
your hidden dreams,
your achievements

They are not few
You did a lot
Mistakes and rights
Mistakes and mistakes
Rights and rights

And that mirror you look into
You see another person there opposite you
Another you
Sometimes stronger
other times not

It doesn’t really matter
Do you seek new beginnings?
You don’t even know
You go with the flow
with the momentum,
the momentum of life
that you cannot control

You can control nothing
But maybe there’s no need to
You don’t care
And you don’t have to

Just a little more and you arrive
Where, you ask?
At the point where once again
Everything is in your hands.

And you, as every time,
will open them
and let them fall
behind you

Who knows?