Khaos.

There is no how and there is no reason
to fear chaos.
It is like to fear what comes next,
to fear the future
and your own actions.
To fear yourself.
After all, we all are made of unexpected moments.
We all are made of little and huge chaos,
of the 'tragic but magic',
of some colour.
Even if lost in the middle of the black and white.

Chaos is a duality,
but not always in equilibrium,
equality
Forever an opium
to open our eyes and blind our vision.

Chaos is here
Chaos will not disappear
Chaos makes part of life, sweety
Chaos dwells every corner of the cities
and our minds.
Chaos is us,
Chaos will follow, thus
Chaos made cataclysmic scenaries, dearly
Chaos died and reborn to rise in the horizon
here and there, now and then.
Chaos is life.