By the time you will read this, I'll be long gone.
I will not be in the land of dead, nor of alive either. I will be as I was since, well... long before my heart was crushed between lips or fingers or people's thoughts.
I will be here, in a place between your world and mine. In places where the secret code to enter is pain in the chest, days of crying and words never heard of ears that count.
In this vast land is a city with concrete blocks, all gray. The streets are one way roads that travel beyond and above. Roundabouts at every mile that gives chances to go back.
back where?! you might ask.
I do not know to answer to that, I do not know to tell you stories of those who took the route back, or to show you pictures of new places they landed.
But I can tell you about the place where I am at.
Blocks are all around but going straight down the street you'll reach a park.
People stay here day and night with pillows and blankets all spare for just in case.
In case of what?! another good question you might add.
In case that someone who was their friend some time ago will come along. Not for company. No. In this place knowing that you're not alone is enough. no need to interact. The spare pillows and blankets are for those who have the courage to take some steps towards our grieving and pain and... just to hold our hands.
Among others like me, we are not alone. If you want to came and take me back, please do it.
I will be here.