With a shiver I think back to the faults I made. I'm not the one who's willing to run away from them, just the one who rather hides them under her broken surface. It's astonishing how easily a fragile soul can be cracked into tiny little pieces with just one wink. And now there is nothing more left of my breath than a small emanation against the mirror, nothing more than my tiny foot in the accumulated snow, even my dropped tear got frozen in the cold. The cold of my heart. Empty. Full of fears.
Fears of tomorrow, even fears of this very moment.
And for what? Why would I be conquered by fears? I don't even have the slightest chance coming up with a reason for my loss of smiles. One would think my surroundings are the ideal harbor to leave your ship, the ideal ground to sow your seeds for the future.
Why do I ought to say I'm nothing more than a 'somebody' walking in a crowded street, nothing more than a teardrop in the eye of necessity?
What to say of my previous goals and achievements, my undecreasable courage of a being?
What to say of these hidden inside question piling up to be soon poured out for every vein to see? Is my heart bleeding? Bleeding of, myself? Or am I just a pathetic girl with nothing more than an inside battle?
Can I fight, am I willing to fight?
I believe I need to
Yes, I need to