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 ...
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

Deep Attack

Sounds a glimpse 
Not yet to be reach
There the storm wind
And dark clouds in me

It wants me to feel
Beyond my clarity
I'm sick and suffocated
I long to more burns

Don't know where it come from
But I know to be wise and sharp
Something is coming
Someone is here

I wonder who is it
But my eyes blind
My present not even near
Who is it?

There comes the deep attack
In my heart
I'm afraid if I don't know who
If I was too late
There comes the deep attack
Might be I have lost

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