Steps in solitude can be harsh but rewarding. You can walk for miles without even thinking of hope. It drives you mad. You shiver, you quiver, you shake. Then you watch the past unfold in front of your eyes. Those wrong steps being played over and over again. You stop trusting yourself. You begin to crumble. Shards of trust, shards of life, they fall from your soul. It empties you. Then you wander and wonder. You think of nothing, not even of yourself. You take a wrong step once, twice, three times. You fall. Conscience is not a problem anymore, it leaves you to the vultures. But not for long. From afar you hear singing. The sound of water refreshing your mind.
Then you sit up and look back. Shiny pebbles mark your steps. You look at the odd trail. You see what you've lost. You see the difference between your Life and the thing you used to call "life", those days you became an automaton. The days when you followed orders without questioning them.
You step up. You take over your life. And then you step down and welcome the next steps.
The steps that you take make you grow, each step you take gets you closer to death.
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Written a while ago... Still fits today.
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3 Sentenças Alheias:
eu nao sei comentar estes textos :x
- gostava de saber escrever em inglês como tu.
- por mais deprimida que esteja ' each step you take gets you closer to death.' é demasiado extremista, derrotista para mim. Todas as restantes palavras me têm feito companhia.
- posso vestir este texto? you'll have to agree it suits me :)
Suits us both :P
Tenho frases para um comentário a pairar no meu pensamento... Mas hoje nada do que eu digo faz sentido. Não escrevo mais nada. Gostei do que tu escreveste... E isto acontece muitas vezes. :)**
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