Happy. That's how I felt. Like I haven't felt in a long time. A juvenile vigour suddenly burst from inside, flooding my veins, reached my pores, made me feel so much alive. Moments like these don't happen very often, unfortunately. Moments that made me forget completely all about the inessential things in life. Moments that made me look straight ahead and pay attention to what was in front of my eyes. Moments of untainted chemistry, without malice, replayed over and over in a dozen takes over a few hours. Pure bliss. Felt like Before Sunrise.
Suddenly, a voice from the deep reverberates, trying to divert my attention. It was telling me "How can you be so sure of this? You haven't even given it a clear thought". Those words were cutting me up like a knife through butter. My world seem to be in the verge of collapse, as I slowly collided with a badly intentioned alter ego.
I was literally beamed out of a dream, and brought back into reality. My serene thoughts were replaced by a sense of cold bitterness, as I watched my confidence shattering like a vandalized piece of glass. The anxiety within seemed to be cloaked instantly, as my heartbeats embraced the silence of the dark night.
I was a rock on the outside, although the inside was nothing but a dirty rag, torn and shredded into tiny pieces, envolving my bowels. Afraid. Unsure. Convinced by my worst enemy. The one who doesn't let you live. His sole purpose is to confuse and consume, reducing what was once pride into ashes, in mere seconds.
There I was, witness of my own demise. My desire to achieve the nectar was covered like a blanket. Above it lay the pillows of prejudice.
