The reverse journey is an antagonistic journey,
mad and insane,
where everything is reversed in its opposite;
such that night is confused with day,
light with darkness,
the living with the dead.

What is what then?
If I thought I was walking awake
and I realize dismayed
that I was actually dreaming.

The sun goes out,
the arms that embrace me reek,
no trace of the withered orange blossom
nor of unhappy joy.

What madness?
Could it be,
have I lost my mind
when it seems to me that I see everyone
crazed around me?

Parasitized
they flee from life believing it to be death itself.

Unbearable,
inevitable,
at last this bad journey ends
where it should have begun:

inside of me,
inside of It.