Black and White | Real Life Story

I just watch, I have looked at you and I look at me. I know you are imitation and you know I am your imitation. I imitate myself, but I don't know which of us started first. From that parallel universe from which you watch me closely, I envy you, because I was only allowed to be the bad version of myself and your reality is more perfect than mine, more coherent and much happier. I didn't have to choose, although I had freedom.

Don't go looking at me just to know what you think, but I see that on your side that material life is the same as mine, but inside you there is something that is shining and that I cannot discover in me. I only see that my reflection shows a smile when I am serious. I perceive you as someone who has succeeded, self-confident, a successful and self-made person, a person of integrity who knows what he wants, knows how to desire what he aspires to have.

But I, on the other hand, am torn between action and passion, between a dull and mediocre life, many goals recede when I sit and look at the floor, or at the ceiling when I am lying down. Everything hangs on one word, the only one I left in oblivion far away from here, in that ephemeral trip that I doubt was real. But those sensations, those moments, are present in my mind that I still dare to think that I can be like you, my dear and beloved crystal antagonist.

I only lack the rope to hold on to, just a thread to hang from the sky and make me look up where I can see you, because I still feel you here present every day of my life, because I still think that at some point a hand will lead me to you.

And that is why I am going to break this glass that divides us, that hierarchizes us and judges us. I will open my eyes without looking back to know what I was and what I could have been, and without limits I will be the person you dreamed of being, the one you searched for so long, the one I am now.