When the only light that illuminates you is the same one that keeps you blind, apart, alienated. When the flowers grow out of that light but there are no longer strength to appreciate what happens around you, because the habit has killed all possible liberation. When you show a face, but within yourself sadness coexists with the abandonment that you have given to yourself. When there is no longer a yearning for change, and you settle for a life from which you claim no power. When virtuality has completely eaten you, and it is through the intangible, the construction of a fictitious personality that you feel a little safe and sheltered. When the illusion vanishes and you find yourself standing before your face again, I hope you know how to forgive yourself for having lost the most sacred gift: Life.
