Sisif

Does dark mean bad, lonely or sad? Does dark means hope, inspiration or smile?That day he couldn't make a difference, but nothing seemed to matter.His eyes grew tired of looking at that damn phone.Maybe it wasn't supposed to light up after all, maybe it's not the time, and maybe she isn't coming home today or tomorrow.Maybe this isn't his house anymore, or it never was.Maybe he thinks too much, or too little, or not at all.He's not tired anymore, he just wants his mind to be free, his heart to be lighter and his feet to stop chasing.He's an object of amusing, but still he's alive.All the battles he in wich he was brought him down to his knees, but he's still breathing.
Facing a hard decision, he looks at the mirror, but doesn't recognise the man in front of his eyes anymore.Always trying to choose based only on those around him, thinking this is better, believing this will make him feel better, but the phone remained off, just like his soul.Too many people broke his trust, and too many left him waiting, so why should he continue?Why should he keep going on with this self destructive game?And why should he try to take this all over again with same sign?His mind surely knows the answer.So many questions, and so many answers known, but also so many ignored thoughts.And should he ran away?Sure.But i don't thinks this is what he wants.Why does his sick mind still wants pain?Because his a believer, and know he believes he ran over something special, something in wich he might find something lost a long time ago.Nobody knows Tristan better than himself, and who can blame him because he wants the stars?Is it wrong to want to conquer a mountain, even if you fell every single time you tried before?I even found a good thing in that, Tristan will, in this way, be immune to those bruises caused by the fall.Why he should try again?Because it's the only thing wich he trust, the only thing that makes him feel alive, and with the risk of dying this way, he'll be happy, cause he died trying the only thing wich counted.So let it be, let Tristan giving his last breath on the icy snow of the mountain, he got used to it, but he'll never stop thinking that one day the sun will warm his forehead from the top of the mountain.
He found a new road there.Is it the good one?Probably not, but he'll keep going on with his backpack on his back, and his eyes on that...............It's what he wants.....