Time passes, even for me.
When I walk down the road, the sun shining on my face, I think how it would be if you were walking beside me.
My thoughts keep me safe and yet torture me everytime when I realize you’re never going to walk beside me again.
I keep walking, I keep dreaming.
With every step I realize more that I have reach the present to concurr the past.
If I never reach the present, I might not have a future ahaed of me
I don’t like this feeling of self-concioussness.
I want to fly.
I want to feel myself again, but I don’t want you to die in me.
I want you to stay with me forever.
I have to choose. What a shame.
