TO BE AND TO LOVE:
Loneliness, at times, and all of its company. I walk hand in hand with it, pretending to care. Last time, I pieced my heart together wrong. Now I'm loving on a slant, off-kilter. I've grown harder. If you turn your back on me, I'll throw my stone heart at your head. Here I am, sprawled within myself. Desperate to convince myself that I exist. And being denied every second by a permanence...that's impermanent. Woe is me! I always wanted to be exactly this way. But now I see it wasn't any of that. Today, I just want to be that dreamer who dreamt of who I am. He knew how to live. Woe is me! Of my innocent choices. Of my once-good childhood, now only bringing back memories. In the mirror of time, what I was, what I am, and all of my brave dreams are fading. My paintings are gaining more vibrant colors. It's a desperate way to deny my own fading. But we're still okay. We can drink the wine from our glasses and fuel our remaining souls. After all, that's all there is.
I think. And then love pierces me. It rekindles my dreams. It resignifies my symbols, my life, my way of thinking, and everything else. Because everything that comes with it is just paraphernalia. And we're just someone crossing the desert of being. To love is to meet someone in the middle of that desert and forget that we are the desert.
// Oil on Canvas handmade painted by Susano Correia. The NFT represents the digital piece.
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