a journey that breaks the soul
while it lasts forever,
I wonder how it ends, he said...
no dawn will wait for me,
I'm painting my own sun....
a white light started to shine as he closed his eyes....
past still hunts... a garden full of roses,
kids were playing and nothing seems to get old,
hey you, why don't you just join us?
or you will just sit aside?...childhood?
I don't know why all turned to dust?
I've never lived those days,
I was the only one who didn't want
to be alone and to be apart....
and he started to cry...
all the kids, they were all with someone and me?
I used to sit somewhere far and dream behind the walls...
looking around and watching the roads,
those people, where are they going?
is it just me wondering?
or I'm just that wanderer that stays behind...
this is not a paintings
this isn't my world to live in
this is not a life
that I'm living in...
even if the past leaves
from so long my future is my past to remain
© Thymournia, 2012