and then I walk
but I can't just keep on walking
I need to dance
but that doesn't seem that relaxing
and what if I try
what if I try to stand still
to not move time
to feel the air touching my skin
what if I realized that there's no need to run
that my soul is my home
and that there's no reason to look for hope
what if...
and there you go
running against your feelings
dancing under the rain
and feeling happily insane
forgetting how to walk
hoping to learn how to fly
and you still there
lying in the dirt
denying your condition
holding the hope with one hand
and staring at your soul
while it bleeds against the sand...
09 April, 2008
What if...
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