The equation of Me?
The ink of my pen always burns,
but today its fire fades.
My inspiration usually ignites,
sliding down my pencil,
traveling with my imagination.
I often write of passion,
of the desire that lights up the skin,
but today I am stuck,
trapped in thoughts
I didn’t want to face...
Today, I write to Change,
to the paths I once believed were mine,
now fading away in the wind.
To the dreams that weighed so much,
until love changed their weight.
I believed my happiness and dreams
followed the same thread,
but not always does the soul and the path
embrace without doubt.
Today, I am melancholy for what wasn’t,
but I carry on, because it could’ve been worse.
For in chaos, there are certainties,
and through the pain, I’ve learned:
That yes, I can love.
That sums are not always exact.
That 1+1 is not always 2,
Because when you love someone who doesn’t choose you,
it’s as if the equation breaks,
as if 1+1 becomes just 1 again.
And if it’s not 2,
then I am just Me.
And here is the answer,
The answer is Me.
But it’s not the final one,
It’s the one for this moment.
Because the sum is perfect,
And when love becomes the primary sign between those two ones,
Then the answer is 2.
