Lost Sight, Found Strength

The path is so dark and dim, but Julie keeps walking. She is scared, yet her adrenaline makes her look back several times, urging her to walk faster with each step. She wonders why she can't move faster and then realizes it's just her thoughts getting wilder the longer she's on the road. She shouldn't have chosen this path—terrified and confused. She's already halfway through. It sucks. The only way is to adapt, over time. She has one more block, two more, and again she convinces herself it's just one more step to her destination. She's no longer afraid when she starts looking at the sky instead of the road. The evening feels scarier when it's right in front of our eyes, but when it's above, the stars are beautiful. The cold air on her skin feels warmer as her mind grows calmer. Gently, she realizes that she's no longer worried. In fact, she's arrived, in no time. -- I think loneliness comes from the mind. It's not about being surrounded ...
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Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

The Warm Wheel

Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.
I whispered but no friends to talk, no hates go right.
I held his arm but the wind take him into the storm and rain gone mad.
I embraced his back to help him to be himself, yet the carry asked him not to.
I let him go. 
Run, devil, run, and shadows blacked his road.
Let's stop but he kept run and he kept do for me asked to not do.
He let them go.


Carry the heavy bur silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.
The warm wheel, I let him go.
And, goodreads version:

 Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.
I whispered but no friends to talk, no hates go right.
I held his arm but the wind take him into the storm and rain gone mad.
I embraced his back to help him, yet the carry asked him not to.
I let him go. 
Run, devil, run, and shadows black his road.
Let's stop but he kept run and he kept do for me while I ask to not to.
He let them go.

 Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.

The warm wheel, I let him go.

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