in which I don't know
where I belong
so I try to fix everything beside myself.
I turn off the lights
in searching for your shadow
you are not there to confort me this time
I am with myself
fighting with my feelings
while tears are falling from my eyes.
I would like to say to you sorry
sorry because one time I hated you
and now I am crying reading at your words
cradled, hovered in this hurricane of chords
whipped from what have always scared me most.
and have to wait the train to pass again on my way
counting the years in every single tear.
© Diana Mistera 16.7.2013