[DarkAngel]

Shattered dreams

Under the rain of stars I have stopped dreaming … I have stopped believing in me and us.I have stopped feeding the last hope, that of your being next to me. All my dreams have been shattered from the moment I haven’t felt your love.
I have stopped counting the stars in the sky from the moment it began raining … from the moment my soul crushed into thousands of pieces that are flooding the entire Universe now.
I have ceased believing in us because you have stolen my dreams and now you don’t want to give them back to me. My heart has stopped beating since you refused it and you hurt it. I ceased bealieving in life and in all that surrounds me, including the objects without soul. They continue to look at me with the same pity and disgrace everyday; the clothes are fixing me with the same compassionate eyes begging me to stop having trust in this harmful world and to grant much more attention to the vacuum which surrounds me at this moment … and I am waking up … as usual I accomplish something beautiful for me … I find myself in the dark room which entreats me to light with some rays of light and drops of love, with the same old furniture sick of life, with the same window through which no can ray find its place, in the same bed always empty. I have dreamed so many times that I was flying over the world and I was feeling a piece of liberty, so many times have my wings been hit and I was compelled to come again from where I left … it is a way full of setbacks, full of disappointments and broken glass under my bare feet.
How could I give colour to my life when everything is so confusing? How could I hope again when I am feeling so empty inside and so tired outside?
How couldn’t I hide and close into myself when my body dies slowly? … my eyes become gloomy without colour, my hair changes to black from the light brown I used to have few months ago; my hands don’t have the same power to face the seasons anymore, my skin becomes rought and my body withers day by day … I have stopped breathing … it is the end which has followed all my life, it is the mystery that didn’t let me live; it is the sensation that I can’t kill with my own hands and powers … it is the sensation of life and broken feelings … it is the fear of solitude and oblivion.