I'm gonna be born again, tomorrow.

Stairs. The noise made by my heels is scratching my brain.

I spent a few days suffering. I was sure I've lost any control over myself. I was just writing words, sentences, thoughts.

I ran towards him, I had the strangest dreams about him. I wanted him to go, just so I can find him as soon as the thought of not seeing him again was making me sick.

I touched him, I scratched him with my nails, I bit him, I fell asleep with him and woke up with him, I laughed, I cried, I danced with his memorie. The one that seems so unreal...

When the door slammed that frame, I sat down and I started crying like I never cried before. With all the pain that I know is gonna follow me from now on. For letting go of my past.

Cx.