The Epilogue, For The Third Time - Tres Años Después

Something about me is different, for the third time. It won’t be the last.

now that my hair is cut,

my head is free from the dragging chains that were rooted to it

and so the prehistoric times that I held are now been left behind

or, maybe because the same man and woman now look up to me

their own roots have kept them grounded for too long, and they ask how I’ve cut off mine

it’ll take time before I can teach them. I cannot save you now, and I know I no longer must.

still, I promise I will return to do with patience and tolerance. you finally understand my words, and now you attempt to learn my language.

or, maybe because the city has provided me a new familia and a woman

my mind doesn’t hesitate to refer to them as such, because I know they do the same

each day provides a new reason to love them, as I feel they love me.

or, how my life has returned to balance and answered its own fortunes.

through my rebirth, I entered the waiting room; its beautiful safari gave me time to recollect

as I bathed in the ocean, it gave me time to forgive my past, and as I walked through forests, I learned to embrace a future

and then, I took the Orion to visit the concrete planet, in which its blinding lights radiated a metamorphosis:

to achieve happiness again cannot be done through the same pathway 2 suns ago,

and attempting to follow its principles again will only result in frustration again

but instead, through creating a new pathway of assertiveness and faith, guided by a red flare

which resulted in unintentionally finding a taller skyscraper than I did before.

I also learned how to live with the ego and also direct it, and was vigilant of its attempts

life is beautiful. this new height has a view where there’s something new to fall in love with after it catches my eye,

and at the same time, I’m challenged to keep climbing, and I enjoy its turbulence

most importantly, without having to convince myself anymore, I love myself. again, finally.

I stand, taller than I ever have, with more altitude than I had previously

and if I fall again, I will be prepared to climb once more like I have just did.

this is a new prime.

for two years, since when I lost my last peak, I was so desperate to reach its height again

and now that ponder it, with full honesty in my mind,

I feel I’ve more than surpassed it.

thank you, the caribbean islands,

for the hot wind it blew in my lungs that allowed me to breathe clearer

thank you, eighth floor,

for being a brotherhood that assured me to assure myself.

thank you, ugftv,

the other torches I found, and we will brighten each others’ flames in the next three years

thank you, my woman,

for teaching me to truly love again, and showing me a future where we both evolve together.

thank you, the pegasus,

for finding a new angle of the prism to find beauty in my world

your vigilant eyes allowed me to refrain from ego,

and I will always love you.

thank you, the dragon,

for guiding me to find faith and assurance,

your vigilant eyes allowed me to refrain from anxiousness,

and I find peace with you.

the two final chapters,

dressed in gold and then in silver.

but, if they are final, and the stars have aligned perfectly again,

where else is there to go?