How to be or not to be?

That is the question-

How to be me,

in spite of myself

If it is nobler for my mind

to suffer through its own reflections.

How to make a place

for myself in this world,

if even inside me,

the unknown prevails.

How to fight back...

How to take up arms

against the mysteries

of my inner sea of troubles.

To oppose it, to put an end to it. But how?

To live, to exist - A lifeless existence and here we end perhaps

The grief of possibilities and the thousand natural doubts

I am the heiress of the I do not know - tis the unfinished

Vivacity to be wished! To live, to exist.

To exist, perchance to subsist

because existence alone is easier,

but dreary if one does not live.

After having left behind any ambition or hope.

What is left?

Maybe, it would be wise to fly away.

Fly to the uncertain,

because although uncertainty is frightening,

that's where promises lie.

A promise. That is all.

That's all I need to survive the darkness.

Yet, the promise stares at itself

within too much thoughts.

Pale and sick, it slowly fades away.

And me with it.

Me with it.

Me with.

Me.