Undone

It is I who over challenged

The Logos of the Universe

To test its limits

And I am sorry.

It is I who manipulated

Everything and everyone

To get what I wanted.

It is I who wrote the story

And I am sorry.

There is no story, truth is.

It is I who created a game

And I am sorry.

I wanted proof of my own power.

Soon, I received it, but …

But I became addicted.

I wanted more and more 

… and more.

Now, my game is over.

There is no one left.

No one to hear my apology.

No one to grant me absolution.

I tried self-destruct … a million times. 

Always return to the same barren place.

I don’t even remember it otherwise.

I don’t remember one, not even one name

Of something beautiful … 

Something living. 

Only these words I recall: “I am sorry!”

Let it be undone! 
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… Green 

… Blue 

… Eyes 

… Lips 

… Breeze …
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Andreea Garden, October, 2015

  
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