Turn The Lights On | Little Big Town

I’m exhausted, messed up, looking forward for an exit, for a light that can clear my mind…

Between desperation, impatience and fatigue; My emotions have drained me out in suffering and agony; I was looking forward: dreaming for a place that I will never reach, that place in the world where my heart can smile, a place next to my beloved, where my mind can see the light; where my soul can rest.

With anxiety and worry about the time, people can make the most senseless thing; with no sense and no care about the possible results: I have alleged the essence of my emotions with unthinking forms and words… That has made me free, and I don’t want to be free. Freedom never reach peace, but the strings of love lead to harmony,

Imprudent but Sincere, Making good things in the wrong ways; I have disrespected her own will. I can't carry anything more than shame. I forbade me myself by the women that I adore.

It’s sad for me, but she can’t give her valuable heart to any insane that she finds in the street; I am happy; because I got the opportunity to contemplate all her beauty closely, and share the same time, for a while. Mother (God), bless those who can love and be loved in the purest form, and those that has been blessed should say “Thank you”, no matter the end;

Hurts to know that happiness walks the same floor that I, Hurts to think that I will never be part of her life… and part of her son or daughter; My life has never been so dark, looking my hollow life without her companion… The pain is making me incapable to perceive the moonshine; incapable to save myself from darkness… the light is getting ended, I can’t see it come, but I know that is in my heart, again.

Volakas, "The iluminated", one of them.

I have seen it before… a shadow running on the rooftop in the place where I live, so long ago. I didn’t get scared, one of those that I call “illuminated” was protecting me that day; they got the most powerful spiritual strength, it’s easy for the light in a place where the shadows rules; but that is the light of God or just artificial Light… these eyes have grown in darkness: Were they sons of the darkness? like me?. But the bright of the lights, even for the artificial, is the hell on my eyes… My Sadhana, what it’s wrong with it.

The moon is dimming, and my mind is broken as my heart; I can’t see the hope that my mother shows me in her kingdom (oneiric); I can see that red glowing eyes in the window, waiting for me to turn off the light; waiting for lick all the tasty blood tears that I have cried in the name of my beloved and for my love that is agonizing;

- “Hey fella, what are you waiting for?” - I have asked; it didn’t respond; it only started to make a deeper breath, and even more deeper every second. Till I have turned off the light; “it’s great to see an old buddy, buddy” – I added; we come from the same place;

Around 3:00 AM, I felt a cold breeze, and I wake up in darkness; I found my eyes in its mouth… making me “death” … as many others that walk on this world. That sees their own life with holes instead of the eyes given by the serenity of the moon…

- “Tell me, neighbor, what are you? Why are you here between death and life?”- I said;

- “I’m the shadows as many others that covers the world; they know us with many names, but we got the same name”- It respond me;

Resultado de imagen para kamala fran bow, leon diary

Kamala, from "Fran Bow", Leon's Journal

- “I can remember you, why are you here? Eating to your buddy? We both are creatures bear from darkness and shadows”

- “You are wrong, we aren’t buddies, buddy. Now, you aren’t from here or there; As you know, we have come here to eat from the fears and suffer; all the tasty pain that goes in the mind of the people, making them insane, so they will never open the door that is marked with their name; making of the world a delightful feast”

- “Mother will never regret cretins like you and your comrades”

- “Mother?, your Mother doesn’t got strength here in these realm; she only got strength on fools like you that dreams with white unicorns and the light of true love; those that you can call them comrades die as you today, trapped in insanity, being forgotten by their lovers, and beloveds covered by all kinds of fluids that comes from the lust; broken hearts and broken mind filled with silver and gold…”

It has gone for a while; And I can’t think, I can’t feel, I can’t see; I have no life, nor water. I'm tired to get my heart always dry and thirsty. Why can nobody show me some compassion? Why nobody; neither you, Mother?

- Ruben Rivera

P.S. Kamala, means purity that borns from the hmm.... inpurity; like Lotus, the flower that born from mud...