The night and the memories of innocence

My fragile heart weeps as I feel the embrace of innocence. Wrapped up in my arms she looks at me with blue eyes, completely unaware of the meaning of the moment. Together we marvel at the manifestation of the world. Not knowing where are we going to go or what are we going to do. A new experience for both of us. An unknown phenomenon. 

Wistfully I left the world of white walls and long corridors after a series of sleepless nights. I entered the open future, not being able to tell whether it was the world that had changed or if it was just me. 

I see how the trees are getting yellow. The leaves are falling slowly, reflecting the death of the old and the birth of the new. Slowly I walk across a bridge over a busy entry. I see the cars go by like a river without a meaning. Faceless people pass me by as I try to unravel the situation, feeling disconnected. The air is not cold yet, but it anticipates the change that is on its way. 

I climb up the stairs and open the door. I am welcomed by a faint cry and a warm hello. I feel the paradoxes of the world. After years of despair and unawareness I stumbled across my destiny. 

My words are dedicated to all of those who walk among the chaotic path of life without a hope or a sense of meaning, who roam at the graveyard of lost dreams, pointlessly and without a purpose. Words cannot bring consolation. That can be found from the way, in between the moments, by realizing the coming of the existence of the self. Home.

The starry heaven covers me, shining its light through the window. I look at those innocent blue eyes, embracing the beauty of life, still confused and insecure, not knowing what the next day will bring. Little by little I fall asleep on the couch, until being awaken by a tiny cry. A new day begins.