Run.

What happens when the end meets yourself?
I mean, the end of a phase, not of everything
This feels too hard and I don't think there is enough time
Looking back, there are so many things I whish I had done,
I wish I had not...
Though it is really too late for such thoughts.
Life managed to bring us all together,
And somehow it will bring us apart.
The things future holds, are so unknown,
So freightening...
I can speak for myself, I always do so.
I have no idea what to do next.
Wish I could finaly do everything I have ever wanted,
Wish I could give up on the unecessary and just breath.
But life is way too smart,
No success comes if you don't give up on some.
And once again my sacrifices will have to prove themselves worth it.
I can say I got lucky the first time,
And as another shift aproaches, there's fear, I can not lie.
Hope serves those not good enough.
My hope is to keep living, not less, not more.
I need to find myself again,
I need to start running from everything.
A new oasis awaits.
-x-

Changing

Transform your failure in your reason to be

Change everything you are used to feel

Run for the new way as if you wouldn't live without it

Because deep down you know you're nothing without it.

We all need new things, we all seek for these

It may not seem like a good thing to do,

It may not seem like a good thing to feel

Though, that's the way we all are.

Sometimes I wish not to feel so attracted by it,

There are things in our lives we never want to go away...

We never even try to think of how different it would be,

All we want is "the same", is that feeling to not go away.

I am scared and deeply lost,

As these changes approach,

As I seem to feel bored...

Nothing else would make me happier.

I dont't want it all to go,

I don't want it not to show,

It took too long for me to enjoy it...

Now I can not give up on...

Everything I wanted was just to feel.

Well, at least if I can assure mself it is all real.

-x-

Here it comes...

I have been writing about it,
I have been thinking about it,
Though now, it is really happening.
Two weeks and it will all be gone.
Institutions are more important than we believe,
And our control over such, is nothing compared to the other way.
This is hard,
This was/is deeper than I thought,
Than I wanted it to be.
My choices never meant a lot anyway...
My life seems too far away,
Everything I knew,
Privacy, freedom, carelessness
It's all gone.
As fast as a little leaf by the wind,
As fragile as an ice cube by the sun,
It melt down and I did not predict it.
Now I am fckd up,
I have nowhere to run.
It was a great amount of time,
It was a good life.
Let me face the storm.
-x-