Sooner or later.

And then I whisper to the rain...
The only one I really want to talk to right now
because it is not expected to say anything...

What do I whisper?
Not even I know!
I let my mind wander, my thoughts flow
my heart sink in the rain,
because the end is close, the end is near...

The end hurts.
But I will take it.
Full force, I will, I have to.

Too many thoughts lost and one conclusion came:
hope prevails, and love does too.
But the right now, the present,
the force of emotions in the moment...

Those, will remain silent,
locked up in a little golden room in my heart
Decorated with ribbons and hearts and joy
to be let out, maybe, one day.
Maybe...

But I will make it.
I know I will.
But those emotions are not locked up yet, no they're not.
They still fulfill every part of me,
but the room is decorated...
is ready...
it has to be...
because the end of the present,
is too soon for my liking,
but is already soon enough.

P.s.: Tenho de deixar esta coisa de escrever e depois quando leio o que escrevi... soa tão bem, soa tão... como se fosse o meu coração e mente que combinaram escrever, que quase me vêm as lágrimas aos olhos. P.s 2: O texto fictício que começei não está esquecido, mas esta semana foi de loucos. Hoje ou amanhã continua a saga :P