Tales of Nowhere

Hi Steemians, this time I took all my courage and came here with some pieces of my writings. Writing means for me more than what anyone could imagine, it makes me nervous and anxious sharing it since I show everything what's inside of my mind and let out a bit of my soul in every word, even though it is not to much, I hope you all enjoy it.

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The endless pain of a broken girl

There she was, looking right to the sky, waiting for something to happen and as the winter breeze going by, she allowed herself to feel.

Lonely and empty in the middle of the crow like she was alone, like no one exists. She was lost in her own world, in her own reality; and then a thunder breaking the sky and a single tear crossed her face.

"Why?" She wondered. Could it be the end for her dreams? Could it be that it was her moment to realize that it was all? Was that really happening to her?

Unfair.

Mistaken, yes. Life had to be mistaken, she had plans, she had projects. Why? Why in that moment of her life when for the first time she felt free, she felt complete.

And once again as the winter breeze going by, she let her tears fall.

A piece of a soul

When the soul of a tale misses into time, there is no more than time itself to wait.

The arrival is a fact that can’t be refused, however, the long it last makes you wonder...

"Could it be that there was no soul?"
"Could it be that there is no time?"
"What am I waiting for?"

And even though, we wait, until the time for that soul comes, until it appears and gives live to what used to be dead.

We wait, for our time to come.