Limits

Limits ... the jagged horizon of symbols directed to the sky, the end of what we have, the beginning of what we would, the fear assails me and I hesitate looking at that limit adorned with fantasy and desire. Limits ... being what others would not, asking ... I exist because I hate, love and accept then... I reject the false ideologies, strong trenches built to get away from the need to live. Limits ... troubles, pain obscure the reality, I listen, rapt, the voices distorted by chimeric needs, forgetting who I am and where I am going, I dream... and the reality becomes sustainable. Limits ...my coherent hand writes forcingly my thoughts stop it illogically, I would ... but ...hard is the fight, dubious is the victory, sure is what remain...