sometime

Sometime ago it was really nice to look at you and see your shiny smile. Some time ago I enjoyed the glen on your eyes. Sometime ago I felt it was all ok.

Sometime ago we started to hide in ourselves. Sometime ago it was not what we wanted.

Sometime ago communication got lost because we did not want to argue nor understand each other. Sometime ago I stopped saying what bothered me due to you came up with you sword and your shield, so I did not end up sliced. Sometime ago I bottled everything in, so you would not be bothered with my thoughts.

Sometime ago it started to sink, but neither of us where able to work for it. Sometime ago it blew up out minds putting everything up-side-down, putting us against each other.

Sometime ago I starter to write my thoughts and showing them there. But today, today I will not publish anything, even though, you will not realize what is going on, since no one sees or reads any of this because no body seems to care about my mind.

Worthiness

I am the least. I am the last. I am the only one guilty. Even though I an tired, I am still trying to be there. I just feel how my dream fades away. I just do not want to know it is over, I just want you here.

What is worth or not? All is about who, what, where, when, why; but there are no answers. I just want to wake up from this nightmare. All I can see at this moment is no more than a blind full mist.

My heart is just stopping beating since I can not handle you anymore. I have not much to offer because everything I had I have lost. I am not strong, just tough; which is completely different.

I can not sleep anymore, I can not eat anymore, I can not bear with it anymore, and I can not have control anymore. I wish I could, but I am unsuccessful. No matter how hard I try, it is not fruitful.

I will not say good bye, I will not say what I have changed, I will not say if I am better or worse, and I will not tell anything more; but this is not because I do not want, this is because my strength has been gone.

I am just a withered tomb, a walking death, anything that is there but is no one there, just an empty chest, just an empty soul, just an empty mind.

I am just ME, so if anybody asks me how am I? The answer is pretty simple " I just am!"

Last Time

There was a time when everything worked as going down-hill. Some times there were some troubles, but we tried to overpass them, and we succeed. Today, everything is just the way it was prior, it has gotten some years, but it remains the same.

The sky continues being blue, the stars are still blinking, the face moon still shines. The only difference is that all of them just look towards a different side. My path has been broken, and it is full of up-and-downs; I even could say there are more downs than ups.

The face of the moon does not look at me anymore. Those two special stars I used to enjoy are gone too far. And the sky is just getting darker and darker. I have tried to run as fast as I can so I could be close enough not to lose the last sunshine, but I am not so good at it.

Each thing is going further and further, and my stone heart is getting heavier and heavier than I cannot continue running, I cannot even walk fast enough to reach its side, not even its back, and I am getting lost in the mist of my desperate thoughts.

It seems this is the time, it seems there is nothing left, and it seems that my time is over; but I do not want to give this up, yet I have tried, and it seems there is not any other way to escape.

The last drop of hope!

And then, there is almost nothing left. You look around for some reason, but there are just answer that do not fulfill your anxiety. Why are you so interested on what is breaking you down? Might it be worthy at all?

So, you can se your hope being drained out. You watch everyone walking away since you are not what they though but what you let them know from the beginning of the time. Yet only the Single One realize what you really are.

There is no one there, just people; just people! What else can you do? what else can you expect? where is the last drop? Could you feel any worse? Where else can you go? who is going to take your pieces back together?

Then you tray to take the answers as reason, but they will not ever fit in their places. There is no way a mortal like you can defeat the world.  Resignation seems like the only way, when not even friendship can hold your hope!

Suddenly, it is too late! you are watching the last drop of hope disappear from your heart while you turn into a empty-soul body that whishes that drop never goes away. 

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