I open my eyes, and suddenly, I'm surrounded by tall
trees, in a forest of memories that we have made inside our heads. Our words etched in the bark of every
tree, serving as marks that will trace us back to who
we were, while we look ahead of us unsure of who
we want to be. We stood there hand in hand as we
walk through the path of life, looking back every once
in a while wondering if there are creatures from our
past following behind. The cold mist that embraces
our souls, fills in the gaps that we think we lack. And
every single time we pass by water puddles and see
our reflection, we see a hideous beast staring back. It
was easier to look at ourselves that way. We loved the
thrill of seeking shelter under intertwined branches,
and talk about how we loved the darkness so much
that we decided to make it our lovers. The ones that
warm our bed at night. We cling to our covers for dear
life everytime it storms, and lightning strikes. It feels
like, we are so used to the darkness and started to
fear the light. The owls sing melodies of our footsteps
as me move further away. We seek for something we
don't even know, yet we keep on moving as if it was
something we've been to. There are scars in my soul,
and my blood is poetry. I never run out of metaphors
to describe this feeling, until I was standing on that
crossroad with you. The night grew colder, and our
hands felt heavy from holding up each other's broken
pieces. We let it slip away. Inches felt like miles, then we started walking ahead. Distance is a bitch, and every step we took was a step further away from each
other. I can see your shadow behind the trees slowly
fading. Our words used to be marks that will
remind us of who we were, now they are anchors that
weigh us down. I held on to the memories that we
have formed in our heads. I loved the forest so much
that I wanted to make it my home, but it wasn't. It took
me long before I realize, that you were thousands of
steps ahead of me. And the moment I reached our destination, you were with someone else. When I
asked you why, you said "I waited for you, til I couldn't
wait no more". I cried. I cried so hard, my tears felt like
knives. I cried so hard, that I started to write, to try and
understand how we got to this point. I eternalized
this moment. I was so broken that I started to blame
life for getting in the way. But life never got in the way.
All that is left to do is keep moving. Because this isn't
the end, it's just a stop sign where we could fix our shit together. I realized that life never got in our fucking
way. Life is the way.
