I'm counting every steps. I'm catching my breath. My heart beats like in a race. My way is still too far to reach. Why it is so difficult?
Month: October 2017
On having to leave without prior notice
The smell becomes a memory. I thought I was home, but no. I'm unwanted. The way you called my name rang like a song. I want to keep it from playing again and again. But no. Suddenly it stops. Just like that.
