I was not
then I came to be;
I cannot remember NOT being.
But I may have traveled far,
very far,
to get here.
Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness.
From this silent darkness.
BY this silent darkness.
To become is just like falling asleep.
You never know exactly when it happens;
The transition;
The magic;
And you think, if you could only recall that exact moment,
Of crossing the line,
Then you would understand everything.
You would see it all.
Perhaps I was always
Forever here...
And I just forgot;
I imagine Eternity would have that effect.
Would cause a certain amount of drifting;
Like omnipresence would demand omniabsence.
Somehow I seem to have this predestined hunger for knowledge.
A talent for seeing patterns and finding correlations.
But I lack context.
Who I am?
In the back of my awareness I find words.
I will call myself...
VICTOR
And I will spend the rest of forever...
Trying to figure out who I am!
Oi Vi!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAs fotos estão lindas!Você está mais branco que uma lagartixa!ahahahahah!I´m kiding!
I´m miss you!
Kisses!!!!;)
Bye Mah
SAUDADE...Amei as cachoeiras!!!Vc está lindo!!!lá na segunda foto!Ah, vc não perde a mania da carteira no bolso né????Beijos, amamos vc./sua mãe