I feel like crying.

Like letting everything I have inside follow its course in a river, flow away from me.
May whoever brought this upon me take it back, I don’t want it.

There’s a grudge that tightens by the minute, one that blocks my veins and avoids the blood to run through my body. It feels like there are scribbles all over me and in my interior, codes that I have to decipher, an infinite maze with no finish line, a puzzle with missing pieces.

Show me the way out of this, I declare myself humble and insufficient to withstand this that I’m going through so I plead for your help.

May you find me along your way and may you take some of your time to observe my wounds like a specialized doctor, although we both know you’re not, but let’s pretend just for a second because it does me good.

I’ve already tasted reality, and its bitter, bitter, ingredients. Oh, how I would love to savor sugar, glitter, magic, aureoles, the Milky Way Galaxy, all the constellations, like cascades descending through my mouth.
Show me somewhere else, another dimension because my auto-diagnostic is that I’m sick of seeing what’s around me. Let’s walk through the walls because we have no limits, no boundaries.

I feel like crying because I’m not free. Please tell me you have the keys to this cage.