Never forget that life is dust that escapes through your fingertips.

Running through the woods, there was dust behind me. Following me. I'm not sure if I was scared of just playing with it, but I was deffinetly running away from it, trying to escape, trying to avoid it catching me.
It was fun. I had fun dodging the trees, looking at my back and seeing the shine behind me. It almost felt like it was looking back at me in a cheerful way. As if it was my friend since the day my life had begun.
I always loved to be in the woods. It felt like home, even though I had the most magnificient home I had ever wanted. It was me dream house, with everything I have always wanted to have and in the best way possible. But there was something about being away from it that made me feel great, feel almost alive.
I loved to, after running from a while, after being chased by the dust, sit on the ground and take a look to the sky. I loved to imagine myself on different situations. I just loved to imagine. I loved to be able to escape the universe for a moment and reach the stars, touch the void, feel it, embrace it, and then drop back to the place my body was standing still. And once I was back, there was the dust, waiting for me, but not with the same face, it was more maleficent, almost laughing at me, and then it would run away, dissapear, and would never see that dust again.
The say that losing what you like the most is tough, but not even knowing what and why have you lost something isn't either the best you can do on a Friday night. Going back home with the sad face, with the feeling of nothingness attached to your neck, that's one of the best friends of a dreamer.

Daughter

A few days ago I finally closed my "teen" stage of life. I'm already 20. I've left behind the devil and everything from now on is just me myself and I. I've left behind having to do things I've not wanted to do, I've left behind bad situations, I've left behind the worst situations, and now I have finally being able to show how much I have grown through these last years. What opened these events finally gave me the chance to lock the door back. And I've never felt so proud. I've taken too many things from granted, I've never given things the importance they actually have, and I've found myself in situations where I wouldn't have ever wanted to be in, but I've gotten stronger, and I have bested them all.

So here I am now, ready to face what's next, ready to find what's up to come. Ready to life. Ready to think, and ready to be proud. More than I am today, less than tomorrow. Remember: no matter how much interest you have on anything else, you are the one who matters the most. Don't ever let yourself forget that 

Back

Guess I am back. Back to chat. Back to the battle.

It has been a hot minute since I came over here last time, and I'd love to think that it is because I haven't been that emotional since then, but I believe it is because I haven't had time to take a look to my emotions and say "hi, how you doing?"

Today, is one of those nights. One of those nights where emotions mix up and create something so big minds are not able to comprehend. That's the moment when you are the most vulnerable ever. And then is when you start to take a look further your emotions, you start staring to reality. You look at reality in the eye, and realize that she's looking back at you. With a challenging face.