... and at the end of each [lost] battle, I come back to my hide out. I shut the world out. No one is allowed in[, except for you]. Reliving my own sins, rethinking my actions, resetting my goals, this is the moment of solitude, [some say of weakness,] where I am most vulnerable: all the grief, fear, pain and sorrow that I didn't feel when fighting [this is the secret of my strength], come altogether, at the same time. It's a personal moment of hell, where I face and feel all of my wounds.
Alone…
I close my eyes into a free fall in the dark, where all dreams disappear, and my flame [almost] fades away.
Suddenly a shining light takes away the shadows: you come to me, and saying nothing, you embrace me and you love me. In an instant that knows no age, you heal my wounds, one by one, diligently and patiently, mending my broken soul.
With a glowing smile, you kiss me, and depart once more with the promise that one day you’ll stay, that it will be forever. I believe in you with a burning heart and a healed soul [even with my mind saying otherwise]: the balance was set again.
A new dream is set, another world opens up.
Now, I just need something to believe in.
terça-feira, 10 de março de 2009
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