I feel motionless. I have this feeling, that every thing is going to end. It is inevitable, every single thing will end. I wonder how it will all happen.
I guess that when the stars are finally gone, the soft breeze has vanished, everything has vaporized, the pages on my dairy are filled and the old door has no longer a creak I will know the end is finally here.
I have the feeling that when there is nothing more in here, that there is a void, perhaps I will still be here.
Maybe a few of us will linger by. How horrible that might be. I guess we will be motionless.
Once again I feel motionless and, as many times before, I have the feeling that if I leave you tonight if I just fly away, if I escape not to be found maybe just maybe your fingertips will still curse me.
The bittersweet taste of everything that once was new is already gone. When your fingertips touch my skin and explode, what a memory, so present and yet so in the past.
I wonder what will happen if I stay here with you and watch the see become one with the sky.
But I remain motionless. This feeling that everything might soon come to an end has crept all over my skin, my mind, what I think is my soul. What to do?
I have stopped believing in the unseen and I sleep but I have stopped wondering in my dreams.
I understand now that light will eventually fade away even when you expect it to stay. As much as you might want to hold to some ideal, promises will be broken.
Sure enough, at one point or another, apologies will find their way but most of the time they are late. I remain motionless with an eternity of endings near by.
