Damian (Alter ego)

I miss you Damian.

I see him sometimes, achievements all around, comfort & glory, his body present in the room of chiefs, fancy gear, but his hazel eyes... those hazel eyes are dead! They don't have the sparkle they had when together we jumped a fence with three bottles of wine and talked about freedom, or when under the moonlight on the beach we admired the music and the stars with our hands filled with sand, times that like sand quickly fell from our fingers, i take my time to look at your pictures, yes, success is all around you, but what is success?

Don't you understand my friend that i can read you? That on my birthday in sunrise i saw your big smile that day and it matched the sun, something i could never forget, my precious gift. All those late passionate talks about those whispers in your head, "they keep me awake" you said. "I will never be like them, i could never be like them"!
And as you stood up your mighty self beside the campfire! You pulled my hand and made me swear to never surrender my freedom! And there you are with a nice suit, and those eyes...

Life is tricky, i understand, being ourselves under the expectation of others who claim they just want the best, that by experience they know the best, it's like swimming against a river, arms hurt, everything hurts. Facing ourselves with the world, to have to choose between freedom and comfort, and all the fingers pointing at us, with a face of disgust, "You are worthless", they say with their eyes, we have expectations, you should be better, go higher, make us proud.

I try to find sense in life, roads are difficult to choose, but i don't want to think that conditioning my lifestyle to the norm, gaining wealth, and following protocol is called living.