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?