Prologue
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In this time of history where we can be anything we want to be, we are dawn by that question Who am I? We seek for our voice not from our inner thoughts but the external human consciousness, becoming in return, a mimesis of what society wants us to be. But that's ok, I suppose, because sometimes following others and imitating them creates a sense of belonging that we cannot find on our own. Right now, standing behind the veil of the cosmos I understand what loneliness really means.
It's silent and empty.
I find myself in a time of life where Lana del Rey sings in the background her haunting melodies as I go through life. I wanted to be a poet, but I killed the one inside me. I wanted to believe in god and yet I killed him too. I longed for love, but that, in return killed me.
Drugs and cigarettes became my summer and my only real happy times. I was a human, not very known, but with dreams of becoming a writer. One whom people would look up to and praise as the ancients once praised the stars in the night sky. I wanted to sparkle but I got scared when I heard Icarus son died after getting to close to the sun.
I got scared when I heard they shot all of my angels in america.
The land of the free, the land of abuse, the land of dashed dreams. Broken in fragments I walked between the shadows, learning and understanding that life is more than I can grasp. We are thrown here with no compass pointing north or south.
We are the nomads, the misfits and the others hiding in the closet. Searching for that voice, that muse, that spirit that lifts us from our misery
That grants us our wings,
so that in time we can fly towards the sun without burning down.
I know it's hard and I know it hurts but we got nothing to lose and nothing to gain.
Become who you want to be, embrace yourself and create your life into a work of art.
I believe in you, I believe in us and in time through sorrow, happiness and the loneliness that awaits us we will be free.
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