Greek temples

Some times I can't help by feeling really in touch with this famous ruins of past times. Having so many columns to support its weight, grounding them in the same place. It's a weird sensation, knowing all the supposed support that you see and feel, but somehow, they are not in the place that they need to be.

At the sight of this old pillars of my life, all the memories, i get frozen inside, and all those old memories are trying to get out and make me feel anything, bad and good try to leak out.. Those are the stuffs that I'm made off. So fast rushing into things that I am, that I haven't realized the position that I was putting myself into.

In this little chapter of my life, I can smell the nasty odor of fear in those cold infuriating look that I find in every single mirror. But what do you fear the most? Is it the work? Studies? Disappointments? Of course not. Is it the loosing? Loosing your friends to other cities, right?

Road end

In the end of the road you're only able to see that white, troubling, scary light coming from that person that is trying to get to you.. 

But do you feel that thingy is worth you leaving that comfortable place that you find yourself in? Does that makes you risk a little bit? You've never confused with someone who is afraid of risks, but god! Oh are they wrong! You're so petrified of that stupid new light emerging from those clouds, penetrating further and further into your hole of a life.

These clouds trapped in my mind are not helping you decide if this is worth it. Should you leave that chair, and try to meet you half way? It makes my bones shiver, your announced return, amazing stupid bright light called hope.