I cannot think. Ideas are stucked in the deepest side of my brain.
Today, as never before, I know exactly how I feel, I understand it, but I can´t write it in words. It´s like it was written in another language: a language without words, made of sounds, sensations and images.
I cannot say it! Why can´t I?
I really need to say it...
Why do they always leave? Because I do not have the courage to do it myself: "What if? What if I wait a little bit more?"
Why would they stay? Can I stay? Should I stay?
Dream, leave, part... please stay.
Taking part in Thursday Poet´s Rally