28 años. Soñadora. Creativa. Parlanchina. (makeiri) wrote,
28 años. Soñadora. Creativa. Parlanchina.

He hung up the phone

As I closed my window, I came up with this:

You know, there are times were I doubt that I know which path I am following. For example, right now I feel a bit confused and amazed by the power of pain. It turns people blind sometimes.
I think I am not blind, though.
The end is the start of a new beginning, but how are we able to start when we are not even sure of were things left off?
The fear of hurting someone, the pain when you realize you did...
Can't I just pretend that all of these are simple stories that take the role of fog in a cloudy morning?

But then again, isn't it a little bit weird that cloudy morning actually exist?
When the sun rises over you, then why are sometimes cloud blocking the sweet rays of light that were meant to heat up your face and evaporate your tears?
I can fight the clouds, curse them and wish that they somehow condensate in hell.
But the clouds will not move.
And the sun will still be blocked from my view.

Maybe considering that all of this is out of me, that I am not the person that is looking for the sun, but the sun itself, maybe... just maybe then, I can be assured that the fears, and the thoughts and the lies are nothing but silly stories made up to make me forget who I am.

The forbidden word of goodbye was spoken today.
The rays of light disappeared from my face.

Sweet surrender, make me feel like I am the sun again.
Tags: myself
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