If there's one thing I understood very well about the road, it's that you always move forward by failing. If there's one thing I've learned about love when it hurts, it's that even if it hurts to leave it... "Do you live or do you pretend to be alive? Said death waiting for me, you never get to forget.... It falls asleep in the immense memory crying.

Many times what hurt you the most, is what can make all the way change. Nobody really looks at us anymore, it's hard to connect our gaze with someone, missing out on thousands of things that will never come back... A laugh, a hug, a kiss, a glance, a street...

How sad it is now to upload a photo, without admiring or enjoying the landscape. Don't you really think you care more about what people think of you? You focus less on your dreams, but more on telling in networks all that you are going to accomplish. And you end up wasting more time saying that we are going to do it instead of finally doing it... We have plenty of reasons to still smile. Signed from me, for me...

I want to give up too, I can't take it anymore, I take refuge in every cry and how I always end up turning away. I screwed up too but I know that I'll never forgive myself... If the mind is the one that can create pain, it can also be the one that can cure it, but how can I explain to mine that it just keeps killing me...?

In order to get to me, I had to lose myself... In order to survive, I just had to let myself fall.... I've changed my heartbeats, for fires, when only fire was nothing more than simple fear But how can I walk, if it hurts more and more to breathe? How do I leave behind that which hurts the most? That only being broken, is only that I can rebuild... Signed from me, for me.

Everything I ever wrote and write heals me, and the fear of jumping I lived it, that "You have yourself" was born when I didn't even love myself. Before leaving, I didn't know very well what I could say either...And between "MIND OR HEART" I promised my heart that I wouldn't let it go on.... But in the end I ended up being wrong, I'm not that strong, I'm more a brave man with a great fear of "maybe"....

That I can't trust people, because of all the hurt and resentment I carry behind me. That I've always felt very different because I never ended up fitting in. That I always carry with me all the guilt for losing all those friends and loves that I never knew how to take care of, but I cry and I end up feeling stronger, embracing all the pain when it comes back.... I'll forgive myself by writing it down and seeing how it makes a shelter to reach out to people.

I am a friend of the one who is losing himself, of the one who listens to me and at the same time understands me. Like everyone else, I always feel lonelier when that November cold starts to arrive. "How do you get through this?" I was asked for advice. And I only said that if I'm an expert in anything it's giving a smile... while I cry inside, I don't know the recipe to be happy, nor can I find it... I guess getting to love the pain will be the best we can do at the moment...

This post is something I wrote to myself, but I come to share it with you, I hope you like it and are in the best... Because the truth is that I'm not at my best, but well see you in the next post byechii