Inner conversation

I know how you feel.
Life goes fast, even in that short periods when everything seems to go slowly, and you are standing up there, nowhere, in the middle of your thoughts.
Events, people, and situations are rushing next to you, meanwhile you are stucked in your brain, like fixed to an imaginary floor, silent, waiting for yourself to rescue you.
And your silent shouts are not heard, not even listened.

Like driving blindfolded on a motorway to a maximum speed, to find a change, to crash with the unexpected, in order to feel you are part of.
And you crash, with reality.

Life is not waiting for you to decide.
Time is not your co-pilot anymore.
Your heart is aching, your blood runs yelling through your veins.
No fresh air for your brain.
Body malfunction.
Cold sweat.

But you finally know.
It's time to move, although you forgot how to do it, you know you must try.
Your place has always been there, waiting for you.
Brain off your feelings and re-start. I know you can do it.
I have always been part of you, and you part of me.
I am inside you.

Walk your first step, and you will see.
Maybe I will follow you, I should, but now... I am not, I will not be able unless you let me.

Goodbye Summer Swallow

Summer is finished, beautiful swallow
and you are already gone.
Spreading your beautiful dark blue wings
and flying home, over my memories,
among my feelings, between our countries.

It's hard to let you go,
but you can't stay here anymore,
your season is ended, your time too.
I wish you could.

Your winter heart is not for me,
you have to sleep under lands over the sea.
Where only my memories can be.

I was yours, when you lied me down on a soft cloud of whispers
and let me feel the sky, over your sea eyes, flying...
Just a moment in a whole life, a whole life in a moment.

But you went away

I will not feel the wind on my face again, next to you.
I will not admire the bright colour of your feathers.
I will not fly again between your wings...

You are gone,
and the summer is gone with you.
The sea has lost its colour
because your shadow is not over it anymore.

My lovely swallow,
I know you will be ok, wherever you will be.
Thank you for all you offered me,
specially the Keys of your thoughts
before... and after.

Goodbye pretty swallow.
Don't be sad.
You know it will be summer again,
but my warm wind will not be
between your wings again.

Summer is gone,
but you will always remain,
flying in my memories,
meanwhile I swallow them,
where I end and you begin.

(Background music: Group:The Gathering. Song:Marooned)