Chapter 18: Anxiety

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What would we be? What would be waiting for us?

You and me, I would, maybe, but the fear is too much,

I feel like an ear in the wind, full as I am

Of sweet, beautiful, vague dreams tormented by the

Most distressing anxiety.

Days that end with a question mark,

Incomprehensible, dangerous desires, to which I don't know

Whether I can let go, despite wanting,

Oh, how I want, to free myself from this enveloping

And soporific anxiety.

Your eyes, what I saw in them I do not know,

They spoke to me from the first time, when

I looked into them, so different from others.

To you eyes I would like to speak, doing it from the heart, and I would,

To drown in love my sister anxiety.

I am afraid, I would like to act, to break the stalemate, to save

This life in chaos, stop staring at the abyss,

Leap over it to overcome it, return to being

Master of myself. Would this chase away

Anxiety for a good time?

Oh, you are not the answer to the question, this is not

That I find when I meet your gaze,

When we stop talking and what remains

Are the words we don't speak, rare moments

When the anxiety, the anguish, everything disappears,

Everything but you.

A criminal desire, hidden and strong of it,

Ready to explode, smothered by the world.

Hold my hand, look into my face, and,

Please tell me if I have the strength to free myself

From this obscuring, indefinite anxiety.

Be the realization of my hope,

Be the lake into which I flow, be the shooting star

I chase to gather from the ground

An old desire forgotten

By the mind, but not by the heart.