THE PROCRASTINATOR’s WISH
Sometimes I wish I could write you the most romantic and magical poem. A poem so beautiful it made your heart frown. To turn your smiles into tears. Your mask into obsolete veneers. Make you frown because you finally discover the sanctuary of beauty residing in you. I wish my words could show you that you are a light that gently passes through the walls of night to make once again bright.
The poem would have flawless rhythm and rhyme that would silently inject its paralyzing venom into the flesh of time. It would impregnate the ocean and give birth to a drop of fire fierce enough to take on hell. It would contain words with enough charm to befriend a basilisk.
I would buy a pen from God. I heard the ink vanishes upon the sight of some round square! After this I might commit a crime by tearing a piece of the universe— just a page will do. And I hope you can read, otherwise I might as well be considered another Sisyphus… well, can you?