Life continues its rituals of breaking us with precise coldness, as if it takes greater care in crafting pain than in offering any meaning of mercy.

[nada@manganiello.eu]

Life continues its rituals of breaking us with precise coldness, as if it takes greater care in crafting pain than in offering any meaning of mercy. Breaks are born from breaks, and loss drags behind it another loss—heavier, wider, more merciless—until the heart becomes burdened beyond its capacity to endure, exhausted to the point where nothing remains but a fading shadow of a once-living pulse.

Have we carried our souls with enough sins to deserve such a level of fading? Or does pain not need a justification at all, and is our mere existence sufficient to be a silent reason for this endless fracture?

We have drained the road of everything we had left, and even the desire to continue has dimmed. There is no strength to move forward, no energy to endure, as if life has turned into a heavy burden we neither know how to lift nor how to escape.

Are we truly that flawed… or were we simply born into a time that does not resemble our souls, and does not grant us even the right to peace?
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