A divided heart.
Two souls took flight
leaving the immensity of solid ground empty.
Now it looks at the present with suspicion,
Unwilling to leave it behind and afraid to walk forward.

The end knocked at the door of time
and time, naive, let it pass.
My selfishness fights within the walls of reason.
walls of reason.
My feelings are muffled
and not even words can bring them to the surface,
they flutter and do not return where they should.

Question after question.
A new desperation calmed with confinement
between the gridded paper
of my internal forum.

The highs sickeningly high
and the lows painfully low.
My mind threatens to eat me
because the monsters no longer live
behind the walls.
Not being enough.
Not making it.
To be the only thing to hold on to.
Get out of my head,
I discovered the tools to correct them
I just have to give myself the chance to use them.

The memory decides to be ephemeral
and the rope with which I hold it burns my palms;
still, a sepia film runs
the projector inside my head.
They will be there.
Especially in this heart that feels everything.
Until the last drop of time splashes this divided heart
this divided heart, which longs so much to see them.