Enough

I’ve seen too much, too many views, too many places. I’ve seen too much to feel peace when I hear a baby cry, lovers fight, someone alone just die.

I’ve seen too much to still believe we are naturally good, or naturally friendly, or naturally honest. We won’t. We are exactly what we choose to be, and just a few (very few) of us try they’re best.

I’ve seen too much to use an excuse to be apart from the pain of the world or of the people. I’ve seen too much to use an excuse and pretend that I’m not part of this world that we are living. I am – for the good and for the bad.

I’ve seen to much and now I can’t pretend anymore that my feet doesn’t hurt, that my heart isn’t broken, that my soul are still pure.

I’ve seen too much to choose get my eyes closed. I can’t, I’ve seen too much…

I’ve seen too much views and too much places to be able to feel myself at home. I don’t want that anymore. For now, I’ll be glad to bury the bad and feel the good, I hope this come soon.