The sadness of a cruel loneliness
I don't know if this that accompanies me because at times makes me feel full and happy at times intoxicates me with sadness and melancholy is loneliness or Liberad?
If I don't expect anything from anyone, if I miss no one, if I don't have anyone to kiss or caress, what is this called?
I had to leave the child trying to stay a while longer
Today between laughter and many tears the phrase has not come out of my head:
"I didn't want to but I touched myself."
Decisions that hurt, difficult decisions, today I know that the day is near, that that dreaded day already has a date, knowing that I have the difficult task of preparing a suitcase in which fears, uncertainty, aspirations, the desire to get ahead and of course memories, a suitcase where my daughter doesn't fit, is something I can't even talk about without my heart wrinkling and my eyes flooding.
But unfortunately I have to go in search of everything that I did not get here, I do not know if it is because it has not been my time or because in other horizons is what I have longed for so much.
Today I know that soon I have to detach myself from the much of the little and go out into a world that I do not know.
Leaving the comfort of my bed, the tranquility of my home, the protection and daily blessing of my mother and getting away from my most precious treasure, knowing how many kilometers are going to separate us, knowing that I am a passenger with no return date, truth is not easy.