Frozen Template

Life A meaning never fitting, sound and image, how profuse is the concept in which we wander and squanderer through our limitless time.

Save me.Some might add, “take me away” some Cry to the sobbing sky as its grim gray light bestows upon us reflexion, knowledge, as well as ignorance. Distancing what's a must and what's not, should I Cry in desolate emptiness as my emotions rise as one or should I succumb to reason? But, before I choose, I should ask my self: Is my heart a soul or just a muscle, is my mind just an organ or can I call it something that transcends all the above? Truly I don't know. Surely I don't have a clue on what or how should my ontological reaction should be.
All I know is, that I'm trying to bewilder and galvanize the temporary sorrow that broadness me in this life time. And how showing or at least not being able to demonstrate any emotions helps or destroys me.

A bit of metaphoric circles decorate my confused reasoning, as how Ice stops peacefully the flowing of liquid matter, as how a memory is an Ice template that captures the essence of energy condensing it as a solid. My best description of my self at this time is a frozen template, Una lapida de Hielo, carente de vivacidad no por el hecho de lo ocurrido sino, por el hecho de confusión óntica, como, racionalmente, llego a frenar mi tumulto y hasta, llego a poner en nudo mis emociones. Será, por que no merezco sentir de ninguna manera algo, porque mi desesperación no me permite la tarea.Vacío... no siento, bastedad tampoco siento. Un equilibrio benigno capaz y tenaz, que me atormenta nace de soberbia, nace de fuerza camuflada en huida. Gritos al silencio perspicaces llenos de pavor te avisan de mi querer. Como si todo esto a resumidas cuentas fuera un frenesí with out boundaries denotando la espaciosidad del mundo y la mundanidad del espacio. Relegando al final de este camino un adiós certero.