Kissed by the African sun
As it plays with the pigment of my skin and leaves me wanting
For the lingering feeling of an almost passed sunburn.
I become friends with the rays and hope that they bring water.
To decorate the African plains.
Breathing life into a new day, which with it, brings new hope.
Hibernating the existentialist,
At least for a minuscule moment.
That is all it is… A moment.
Slightly forgotten with the birth of new momentous decisions.
Waiting for the starts to align in favour of the Sagittarians.
Another rotation of the earth
Another moment, under the African sun –
ar de abreu
Intoxicated on ideas and ambition.
Waiting for an epiphany where all that I thought matters, starts to.
I realised that it never will, as everything is really nothing.
And nothing really matters.
Hope – the bane of my existence, Pandora should have left that in the box.
That little bit we cling to, that little bit we value, that little bit that could change the forsaken and the world, that little bit of Hope…
It rejuvenates the meekness of an ever dull life, it promises of more and it slowly begins to deteriorate when all else is lost it is all that we have left.
ar de abreu
14 October 2017
another day, another sunrise,
living in a world where the only constant is change.
pretentious nods as no one notices you,
wandering into the abyss of another day,
craving for an epiphany,
a seamless, silent transition into a something.