Marco Di Caprio

There are two ways of living.

One is to think feelings,
to weigh the heart,
to measure desire,
to keep the fire in a glass.
Safe from the storm,
safe from the fall,
safe from chaos,
and safe from ecstasy.

The other is to feel ideas,
to drink thought until it burns,
to let meaning pass through flesh,
to become a vessel of lightning.
Risking collapse,
risking the abyss,
risking the self,
but tasting eternity.

And there are two ways of dying.

One is to fade quietly into the dark,
untouched, unburned,
a map never unfolded,
a name never spoken.

The other is to dissolve like a star,
consumed by its own light,
yet radiant in its ending.

Between them we walk,
my sweetest friend,
two mirrors of the same longing,
two travellers of the same flame.
We live so truly,
so wildly,
that even nothingness
becomes a moment of meaning.