Am I alive?

Sometimes I close the door and, sweetly, I stop, standing and reading the words you used to tell me, so wildly, when we were free.
Like a mountain that keeps you away of climbing, my heart feels inept of reaching the darkness your soul hides, blinding you, causing pain on me.

I whisper.

Sometimes I dream about you. And I remember when you held me, the sun seemed higher, distance was far away, and we felt safe together. There was nothing able to make us appart, for we were untouchable. We were one.

I cry.

Sometimes I miss you. I stare at the sky and my soul remembers when there were no heart tight spots. In my world, there was only our dream, our life, our feeling. Mistery was beautiful, and missing you was a sign that one day we'ld hold each other, once more. Stars used to show me the way to meet you again. My greenish thoughts didn't shed blood anymore. Until now.

I hope.