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I tried to take a deep breath when everything seemed to be suffocating me, and I managed to get here. Even if you think I have changed, I am still that child who longed for a tomorrow to be able to reverse the existing, because I always felt that everything was borrowed.
I longed to leave a lasting mark on the fine sands of yesterday, but I discovered that it was only part of me to believe, because I have not managed to transcend that yesterday in this today. My memories only bring back what I will no longer live, like fading shadows.
I tried to take away the agony of this instant by recalling those moments of joy that can no longer be relived, and I realise how difficult it is to forget.
I tried to give serenity to my thinking, and I convulsed my whole Being, because it is missed much more than the anxieties of what will happen, although there is an eternal desire to live.
I tried to be clear with my words, recognising that I let myself be carried away by the fine stroke of a pen full of yesterday, longing for a next awakening where I can find the peace I have so longed for.
I am still here, clinging to the fragile hope of being able to reconcile with that child that still lives inside me, so that I can finally find the fullness I have longed for. Perhaps then, I can leave real footprints in the sands of time.