Dormant Talent

Dormant Talent This relentless wilderness— fashioned by human hands— has claimed me as a sacrifice to its deepest riddles, time and again. I wished to be murdered, yet death refused to claim me. Every shame I have ever owned I have preserved with deliberate care— not to prove what is true or false, nor to submit it for examination, but because it may one day set your heart ablaze. Its remedy, however, exists only within my own being. Hatred and shame— both are dear to me. Beyond a hundred wounds, I have discovered a strength greater than pain itself. I have swallowed the venomous blue, and still, we remain human— creatures of body, mind, and soul. We eat because hunger commands us; yet food itself awakens thirst. Blood lulls us into sleep, and from sleep we begin to long for death. What clumsy, material destiny is this? Before desire can even take shape, the lifeless object already stands before us. Yet it leaves me untouched. Within an inert body, the birth of ghosts, the scream of the soul, reveals itself through a silent smile.