one that I want
On a banal day, everyone you'll meet will tell you, relax, it'll pass away. But nobody will say how and when. Me, like everybody, I'm gonna tell you, — I've been there. I was confronted with a situation similar to yours... [almost...].
Didn't you feel first an indescribable pain that ran through your veins and blood, and all your being, working like a symbiotic, trying to transform you into something else, enough to be able to face fighting with your fury, with your weakness, with every fear that you've been thought that's well hidden? [surely, you felt it... surely, you've been transfigured...]
If somebody will tell you that understands you, believe not. It's far to be similar to something lived by others. You have to resist not to lose your mind. Hold on till will appear that bright day to wake you up.
Once awakened, you will observe you have the same look outside, but inside you'll be different. You'll be much stronger. You'll have a new force. It'll be an unexpected light that shines brilliantly only for your own you-you. From that moment, you'll let nobody label you. All memories of yours will work against those that are against you. Will be your guardians. Will be the mystic weapons to protect you, for you to be the only one responsible for your own happiness.
Apropos. It says that the domain of the past is only what we forget. Then what about all the things that we can never forget? Why does it look as if everything happened yesterday? Perhaps because of this situation, time is not a real measure but a value. This value of time is the one that I want and for which, I live, I dream, I love, I love myself, I love you. I inhale everything as it comes, but I exhale only love. I'm loved! I've got the feeling you got it too...
