As time passed, it felt like it was the last. The final blooming of the season, and I still have no thoughts to reason. The leaves are drying out, I had no words to spout. Not even as my mind whirl, I go to the bed silently and curl. Yet I have a strong faith, […]Read More 76. The leaves are drying out.
I used to write about the stars, and people forget about the scars. Because with dreams we feel secure, and escaping seemed like the cure. I was speaking about the sun, to hide the truth of the waning fun. I think the past was about hiding, hiding the pains which until now sting. When everybody […]Read More 70. We leave those metaphors.
The silence is deafening, cliché but is happening. Until something snaps, and the bomb just pops. It wasn’t near before, so you weren’t affected to the core. But the echoes become louder, and the danger gets nearer. There is nothing safe anymore, even if you lock tightly the door. As the echoes turn to screams, […]Read More 19. The echoes are turning to screams.
It’s a lost case, this is what I face. I’m lost and can’t find a way, so in the forest I freeze and stay. I’m really tired, the trees I just admired. They’re all so tall and strong, not like me feeling small and so wrong. I stand for a long time and stare, towards […]Read More 13. Life tastes like mint.
Stretching out my arms sideward, the feeling of liberty just comes forward. Closing my eyes to imagine, I smile as I dream dreams needed to begin. The air is calm and inviting, like the passion I have it clings. I then look around and appreciate, I am at the peak of a mountain realizing so […]Read More 11. Just continue.