- Books, Literature, and Writing
Hold on tight with opened eyes, that's what I always tell myself.
As I try to sleep every night, reaching the stars in my imagination, I can assure myself that those short, fast pixels in the darkness are the ones that keep me alive. Struggling through the fears and issues. Barely having the strength to continue into the long-running river called Life.
I don't have strength. Occasionally, some atom in my body gives me signals. Bad signals. I don't belong here.
Run girl, run. In the middle of my chest, I feel that I don't feel anything. Emptiness is encouraging me to lock my heart.
I am holding my soul in the long-term condition and I remember, that I am all that I have.
That I am and will continue to be - My own world.
Even though my heart keeps pumping blood. Even parted in pieces, it still works. Here are the facts.
Even if your hands are full of the things, those things that destroyed and disappointed you once. Don't just bend over.
Leave the facts out. You still have to hold the door open.
Leave it and never ever think of closing it again.