This tale begins with death.
As she walks to the light she trembles and acknowledges that this is the last path she would ever walk, i wonder what's on her mind. I wonder how she feels, was it worth it? is it worth it now?
Silence.
The road is cold now, noone is walking with her. Noone agrees to. Is she doomed?will she find peace where she's going?
I hope so.
She has encounter a wall, thick as brick but fragile as feathers, covered by big papers written down with her life, her story, a story everyone ignores but only she knows. Because in the end only you would trully love your soul and only a few would attempted to. Have that person passed by and she didn't realized it? Has she seen him? has he seen her?
Yes.
Still walking towards her destruction?would she be brave enought to stop and return? has she not notice that she can go back?
No.
Then , what she wants? Would she wait and see what the wind will bring her? Would she have time? Would she be forgiven?
Again, silence.
Every cell in her body is shoutting her inminent destiny. The things she've seen and kept only for the heart to sherish. What would be the reaction? would she acknowledge that what she's feeling isn't a dream? Is she aware that the hours are becoming days, the days are becoming months, months are years and the years have acumulate decades? does she knows this one day will stop and it won't be no more?
Yes, she does.
This tale continues with death.
As she tries to keep aiming to the light, her eyes are closing and she's loosing sight. Now she understand that it's her last road and there's no turning back, there's no recovery from what lays ahead. I wonder , now, if fear is growing faster in her veins? Is she surrendering? is she going to allow him to steal her life, what's left? How could she be so ignorant and let him take a piece of her life?
She's nodding now.
How can she turn this arround and make the best of it? Is she naive enough to think she can? Is there any hope of stopping and return from this deathly path?
I don't know.
Are we in control at all of our lives? do we get a saying on this? can we make the difference?
No, yes and yes.... But how is the real question!
Is happiness a goal, a moment, an illussion, a lucky guess that some have the opportunity to live?Does happiness could be an opportunity? Do we stand a chance?
Happiness is a state of mind that we choose and decide to fight for it everday... she answers.
Is she changing her mind about life?
...
When would she be able to write her story under her own terms? is this possible?
Nothing is subject to our pick... the only thing we were granted with is our WILL and we should use it to the best of our abilities and pray we get lucky.
Wondering where this came from?
Yes.
This tale is ending with....Hope?
Aparantly it's heading that way. She keeps walking, thinking that she can change her mind about everthing and turn everything negative into productive and possitive. She's walking and suddenly she is moving her lips, scketching something we rarely see her doing. Is she...actually.. smiling?
Yes i am.
I finally have decided that i don't need my past here in my present, all i need is what i have.
Screw everthing else.....Im happy.
Salomeé
Today has been amazingly surprising: i can look at what i want for as long as i want, i can even try to step close to it, i can attempt to touch it. The second i'm close enough to get , it has the ability to vanish, disapear or even evaporate from in front of my eyes. Like , it's saying straight to my face: Dream on! or almost there but not on time! or it was never meant to be.
