A river is forming on the mirror of my eye
I should not blink, I can't risk to be tired apart.
apart of my reality of fiction happiness
and happy ends that never ends.

deep thoughts on stream and my mind is drought
secrets hopping from here to there
making their ways down with moist salty
until can reach the innocent heart.
I'm afraid that soon enough, lovely heart
will be corrupted by the reasons
that are still active inside the mind.
at horizon, happy places and interesting sites.
but how to enjoy when one eye is seldom cry?

take my hand and give me your power to do something
I'm tired to feel hopeless, I want to feel fearless
crying like a cascade, never stopped over a decade
it's going to be worse, so please stay close.

take my hand and promise me the moon
so we can both smile at impossible abduction in the sky
look at me and tell me that I count
or
it will be fine, love
therefore, hold my hand and don't let go.

mystic chains that keep me tight and strait
are now rusty and down my bare feet.
freedom that I start to feel
it's more present in my chest, then in my inert limbs
what have I done?
I'm free to go?
involuntarily, my gaze goes high
questions are directed to the sky
filed with hope, and shy cry
maybe was the truth and open mind
that free me from cage of no hope.

For a few moments, I want to swallow the past,
to stare in the face this old chapter of life.
time have come for a final reading
and see what I did and did not wrong.
delete characters, events,
to forgive them and forgive mine.
there is not much time and I would have to start again
to write my own end, to build my new time line
and conserve most pleasant moments,
to just take less from people,
so I can write about beauty and truth.

but this is just a chapter, of my former life
and undo is a fairy tale of memories
and the point of this is writing a new chapter in life.

I move on with confidence to conquer the earth
breathe slowly, not thinking I'm wasting time.
fists raised, mind clear, feet apart
bring it on
LIFE.
I am ready to fight.
I am ready for more.
I don't give up.
Anymore.

my mom said
*lucky for us, we are all different.