Looking forward....

The sky has closed its doors on me. I'm left behind....

I'm looking down, and see my feet crushing the street with every step. I wish I could stop and rest a bit....

The road seems too long and unfortunately I lost track. I locked outside the "when" and "why".

I look up, the stars feel further tonight. it's dark.

I stare at my hand, feels awfully numb. The rose in my fist decided to bite... the red burns my skin.... I feel my blood dribbling down from my veins...

I ease the grip and i let it fall down.....

BEHIND, that's where it should rest.

I raise my eyes from the ground. I don't remember stopping.

It must have been the pain that eased, the moment I saw you standing still in front of me....

Can it be true?