Closure

My window is wide open, just like my mind, rupturing the sky and creating forbidden lines.
My lips are dry, maybe lack of water, or my breathing is too dense.
I hear voices, the darkness in this room being lighted by both a computer screen, and the lights from the street.
I can't sleep. Wish I could speak but disturbing is not an option in this hallway.
Orange peel on my hand. What an interesting combination....
I see the sunlight, kind of, I think that's what it is or maybe it's just a light looking for me.
I want to close my eyes...
Eyes are closed? Yes.
Very good.
I see:
You, standing next to a bus.
Crossed arms, looking at me with a half smile.
What's wrong? Why are you turning your eyes towards the emptiness surrounding you?
I am currently right here..
I'm waving my hands, cant you see me?
Well, I can... You're beautiful... Everything about you is mystical, kind of strange and feels like you're inside a hurricane.
I've opened my eyes, the sunlight is getting stronger...
Closed them up again...
I see:
A beach, the sunset taking in the beauty of the land.
Why are you wearing a white dress? Are you going somewhere?
You hold my hand and smile at me.
I answer by smiling as well, we walk around te beach, sand wetness touching our dry feet.
Now there's a wave... Forming... It's huge,
Run! Run I say!
I see you pushing me with you, but I can't leave
I'm drowning.
I opened my eyes once again.... The light is not getting brighter... I close my eyes again.
I see:
You're back at that bus terminal... But you're looking at me now.
Now you move ctowards my direction with seriousness in your sight.
I don't know what to do... I dropped my bags and held you thight.
Your body, the same as alwaysm but better.
I kiss your cheeks,
Then I fall asleep.

Flames

Today, I've come to the realization that when people change their routine is as if they've change completely. Or turned into someone else.

Whenever you do something good for yourself, someone has to judge you for it. 

I own myself, this is my mind and my body.

I dislike when people act as if they know me so well.

But then one day, BAM, you get surprised when I "change".

I've changed to you because I don't laugh at the same things I used to, or do the same activities I used to.

Move on, that's life's game. The same way I become surprise, is the same way others feel when a person decides to not follow them.

Not everyone is going to follow, not everyone is going to be miserable for other people's happiness.

I'm writing, expressing, and wanting to be alone.

I want to forget the bad things that have happened to me,

I want to forget the bad experiences i've had with people.

I simply want to be free from all these annoying thoughts.

Now that I am myself, who I am, me

I feel so much happier.

You need to free yourself in order to not lose yourself.

I was losing myself,

But I gained it all back as soon as I solved my problems.

But those problems, are never solved, until you cut the chord and burn it into flames.