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A silent goodbye
It is never too late.
Always in silence, just saying to myself, it is never too late…
In my dreams, perhaps…
This silent voice calls me by my name and joins me in a promise to myself;
a promising thought of where to stand, where I have to begin.
Now that I feel lost, I think of you and the raw feeling of standing still
and think of my ashes lost in the sea, lost in the forest, lost everywhere.
In a chanting of myself calling to the mountains
I wish to fill an empty space rather than be alone and be vulnerable.
No joy whatsoever, just me and the memories, if I have not lost them somewhere…
Oh, Lord! Oh, life! Make me feel me again
because in this agony that I feel now,
I cannot distinguish between life and death.
A place called home has disappeared and disappointed me by losing it.
An irresponsible way of being to life that deserves the better of me.
Make my time worth it and keep me safe, Oh life!, oh Lord!
Pray for my soul in the distance because I feel lost.
