Are the trails of my existence the problem?
Is just me that the footprints that are left
scare me? Scared for what is to come.
I can't go back to where I am from.
I am not welcome.
All I can do is longingly lookback crying.
Crying for what should have been.
I always try to walk in these moments, but I
find myself starting to run so I don't have to
take in a scenery that breaks me. Why do I
have to suffer for all this? I have to finally stop.
Heart beating. I coil myself onto my knees.
I am so alone. I am so tired. The tears and
the pain that sees no change. I stand up
and collect all the non-existent pieces left.
I walk haggardly. I think of her. A branch that
has fallen off. I am moving to a new place.
I will never see her again. We are magnets
that repel. A familiar hell that divides us.