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

Stay to Melt

We met on the street
Public transportation indeed
We look to one another
And we talk of every things
That you married with a kid

We both were in the journey
Then I said "Have a time with me"
So you walk for free
You never doubting me

And there's a house and him
I hold his hand and we both get in
Just in time and you learning me
The way I talk, silent, then laughing

The comfort came through like years
And not a second you rest to love me
Not quiet but riot
The more like it's him all along
And feels no need to moving on

But, I never lied
He is just a friend of mine
My family he adores
And he wants him there
To keep hold my hand
So my trembles gone
He knows he melts my heart

We came through the gate
For the past he left behind
"Stay", someone said
"I know" I said
And, "Stay", he whispered me
But, I let him go anyway

It was me all along
To show him the truth
That he stay for a family
For it was real
We were holding hands
And his eyes go back at me

We have such a good time,
And his journey starts again.


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