We have great fear of the sounds our hearts make when falling to the ground, breaking.
Still, we make fun of that which we are wrongly convinced lies below our feet, and we think of ourselves as great thinkers and motivators of the human society. Of course, we are not.
We joke on how stories end quickly and of how the ironic and the drama are always in love since we started dreaming. But the true is we actually fear the sound of our hearts against the ground.
Flesh, blood and future knocking into the floor, shouting only one thing.
We secretly purge against our feelings, making them bleed and die slowly. We think of Shakespeare as a mad man, a love freak, a psychopath with only great knowledge but no artistic power.
But the truth is, we are all possessed by those masks of drama and laughter, sometimes real and sometimes fake, but always killing us slowly but deeply.
Miguel Izaguirre // Wake Up.