Mediu
Can it be more awkward? I once considered you my conscious, my eyes, entire spirit. Now I see big blocks of ice, like they were always there and just made their presence clear. Mind numb, mouth frozen. At the moment, I’m trapped in this world of statues, silent lines I write here. Hey, please help! Who shall give me a rope? Want to climb up and never be aware of the wintriness that this abyss of uncertainty has to offer. My dear soul, I can’t make another step…Trying hard, afraid I’m going to fall. Don’t let me fly deeper and deeper, nor fall higher and higher. That feeling, the reasons, oh, I don’t want to think about it. I’m frightened. It’s weird how things turn around. Yes, it’s life. It has interesting ways of making you suffer, smile, cry, blush. Embrace happiness, you, innocent person, embrace me too. Saying just one thing, if you find yourself in these lines, if you figure out… this, take a step to the right and start collecting those long forgotten leafs. Still, if your heart tells you: “There is no reason to” then, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being able to ignore moments of sadness ~Sigh~. Why do I have to be so sensible and drag everything into that drawer I created near my heart? My persona is to blame for I would not have wanted this. And what’s more, I cannot speak. When there is something wrong the usual answer to people’s question: “Why are you sad?” is “Nothing” or “I don’t know”. Ha! My sweet mind, body and soul, you all know what is going on. Mouth, speak up! Heart, calm down! And… nothing changes. I keep within, don’t ask questions, let you to tell me what’s on your mind. Believe me! I know it’s better to speak. Confide in me and just… shoot. Yeah, that’s what you should say. But, it’s different, I care, you… I don’t know what to think anymore. Will you…never mind.
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