I used to be complete
I had poetry crave in my soul.
I was writing words and I feeling heard
I was a shout,a voice.
I had a philosophy to explain my own existence
Even though sometimes
I was confused if it was just a literary delirium.
I´ve been thinking too much
I set my heart on the intense love
But i have not been fight back against the violence.
So i feel empty
While I hope I go back to poetry, trying to find my way back home.

-A.