STIGMATA - Political Musings of Unrequited Love by Ruxandra Duca - HTML preview

Heights

As below, so above.

If I fall, I might fly.

I’m alive, how could I be?

I am dead.

Why do I feel alive?

Nighmarishly, I ponder deceit,

and I laugh in the face of disaster.

Do you know how I’ve lived,

and I’ve felt every ray

of the Moon in the heart of the ocean?

To think I might be!

And I tried to become!

And I was what I’m not,

And I felt what I don’t!

And I resurrected God for the love

Of the world.

He said ‘Don’t!’

But I did...

I can’t guess where they hid!

Heights and dreams...

How they fled!

I’m alive...

So...

I’m dead.