Poem
I always listen to the singing of birds
I always listen to the sounds of silence
I always think of the possible answers
to guide you in this agony as a labyrinth
There is no entry or exit to help you
And less if there is any going back to avoid this situation
I can't find more ways to explain the inexplicable
Because not even I can understand this personal equation.
Do things happen for a reason?
Or do they just happen because they happen?
It's a question that I've always asked myself
But I haven't been able to answer it yet
I wish every explanation had a simple calculation
To have all the answers to this suffering situation
But I know that one day... CABUM! is about to occur
And with you my hopes will be destroyed for soon
Sad, subtle, scar that your memory has left
Anything would be the same.
You were the light in the darkness
The calmness in the restlessness
The certainty in the uncertainty
I will always be going to remind you so funnily
That everyone would laugh non-stop
But also as the best person of the world.
By Catalina Botero, Step 9 Blue
