It seems impossible to find the words that express the feelings that I have right now.
I do not even know which part of me is the one responsible for certain rejections I have towards some people around me that do not deserve it.
Why are we so complicated?
Why do we separate our inner cerebral feelings from our inner emotions?
Why can't we just stretch out our hands towards the one who is near and feel him to be ours?
Why do I feel I would tear myself into thousands of pieces to recreate myself into a simpler self, more primitive and perhaps less sophisticated?
Why can't a heart be pleased with any heart, not just that unique one, the only one that beats in a common rythm to ours?
And we say we need so little to be happy...
Maybe we do, but that little thing must come from the only spring that can quench our thirst for love, from the only ray that can give us the light towards which our eyes raise every morning.