The Thought’s Weight
Text by Carlota
Image: Shalala — “The Thought’s Weight”, paper cut work
it’s like this emptiness
will never be filled,
it’s like it’s been left fallow
and ended up being forgotten,
like a fruit that will never be harvested
even if it doesn’t deserve to be left in oblivion,
like someone who will never be chosen
even if it’s not his fault that he was born.
the world goes round
but I always end up on the same paths,
no matter how hard I try,
this doesn’t get out of my head,
day and night, always present.
it’s a pain that i feel
and that I can’t move on
because it’s still very recent.
I recognize that this existing suffering
is the same that once became permanent,
it’s like an omnipresent pain
which I try very hard not to become imminent!
but does anyone know what it’s like to feel this daily and not be able to do anything to make this pain go away?