Spiritual Narrations New 5

I have a broken heart that is dying for not being able to die today. The reason is that my laugh is not laugh but crying and I do not frighten myself, it is you who gets frightened away. I have turned my bitterness into a dance that tries to forget everything. And this everything is as large as the universe but it is very perverse since I only live of fantasies that affirm but deny me since I am not, it is the one and the no one. It is the daybreak that is nightfall for you. When I look at the stars, I do not look at the stars at night but I look at the stones of the path which are my destiny only. Come and I will teach you how to laugh and how to cry. Come for a moment and a kiss from my lips, you will never be able to forget. Dare to be free from yourself and to die right this moment. I am the largest, deepest and complex of everything that you know, which leaves the reason perplexed.

Come and I will teach you the meaning of this condition. I feel a deep pain because you do not understand me since when you look into my eyes, I feel your scorn and your rejection and I ask myself: Who is better, you or me? Come and I will teach you to see your fears, to understand your terrors and errors that are there, which are the skin in me and the bile in you. Do not shout, do not be offensive, do not hit, do not mistreat me because you live under me. You, you, who judge, who think that you live in a very high tree. You who see yourself as very wise, intelligent, profound and coherent. Don't you know that as ripe fruit of that tree, you fall and come to my arms? and I contemplate and I take you as a fruit. I am your father, your brother, your sister, your children, your friends, your relatives.

Dare to be strong and brave, that here even the greatest, even the bear will laugh because of so much crying. The misfortune is not my being which is already lost in the unhappiness. It is you who have turned me into dust, water and you make me clay, dirt, filth, misery without realizing that you are putting me into a pedestal, where you will seat. What will you do then? Probably the same that I do. I look at you today and I do not contemplate you. I look at you and I do not understand and this is only because you do not understand me either today; because I am your hell and your sure destiny. That is the reason that I try that you may see me in yourself because I have been inside you for a long time.
I am, The Senile Dementia.