Emiliano Mancilla

I thought about you yesterday, I dreamt about you last night. 

I believed I had escaped from that curse, I was feeling okay and was focusing on other things. But the most insignificant entity that emanates a resonance of your vibrations, feels like a dumbbell inside my chest bringing me down. 

And it seems so funny since now you’re not any more than just a reflection, I wouldn’t be able to model you as a whole, your perfections, your imperfections, it’s just unreachable.

“Come back to reality” I keep telling myself.

I keep trying to evade any direction, any place that could make me see what is about you right now. 

And I want to see you just plane. 

I´m not strong enough to see you living with happiness in misery, but I am neither strong to see you triumphant, I want to see you plane, which is impossible according to my standards… I need to be realistic.

The fantasy continues, this scene is projected in my brain where I arrive in our city, find you and after noticing me you just can’t hold the tears, telling me how much you love me. 

My friend was right, hope was the last evil of Pandora’s box. 

Now, thinking about it, the truth is that I am just a man, and I will come back to our city just to see you holding hands with someone better than me. 

There’s some exquisiteness in pain, there’s some brilliance in despair. 

_{Special thanks to Frank Wood for his comments and corrections.}