I passed my entire life, to muse on the past.

I have no regrets about that, cause doing this I’m sure I prepared myself to anything, even to myself.

Anyway, now I’m pissed off of that deep thoughts, now I just want to release the small myself that’s pent-up inside me.

Sometimes, the past stalks me. He wants something for me, something I am no more. And I don’t want to.

People always complains about life and it’s labyrinths, I did it too.
But the point, is simple.

I am not my past, neither my future.
I cannot judge myself, cause while I do it I’m no more myself. I’m something more, and something less.
Every day I go to sleep and wake up again the day after, I’m a different being.

And how can I judge myself if I can’t see myself firm ?

It’s, like when you’re sit on a train and the train you’re watching moves. Who’s moving?
How can you tell? What’s the foundation of your guesses? About your feelings?

Feelings screws, and hurts. Feelings are human.

The Laws of the Universe are not human. They just don’t care of what we feel, cause we’re just a consequence of the Universe. A consequence, something that growed up over it.

So, if we will never understand what we are taking our stand on… just cause it’s greater than us, how can we judge ourselves? We’re just a consequence of what we’re thinking of…

How can a man pull himself out of a swamp? Keeping hold of his hair?

Does a red fish in a glass bowl knows what is loneliness?

How much arrogance we need to belive we’re hang? Neither a planet, or a stair can stand in the infinity of space.

I feel ready to challenge anyone and anywere.
Be scared of it, cause I wont face noone, except for myself.

Be dreaded, cause one day, i’ll came to fetch you…
…and between me and my memories, I will be no more the prey, but the hunter.