I wrote words that I kept hidden inside for way too long, I couldn’t live with them anymore. I wrote millions of messages that I thought would give you hope. I wrote down my fears, I fought the monsters that stole my thoughts. I learned how to walk against the water that wanted to see me drawned, the water made of all the sorrow I carried with me way too long. I stopped screaming for help, learning how to solve the crossroads all by myself. I taught myself how to hit these notes, reach the sounds, hoping I could bring the beat back to the heart.

I have found the life for you. I rose from the ashes of my lies for you. I stopped hearing in my rhythms for you. I believed, I had faith, I struggled for you. All I wanted was to chase this silence away.

But I fear that I couldn’t brake the wall, I couldn’t make you all see how much the words worth. For you, for me, for this world.

You left, I couldn’t breathe in the dark. You have been my light in the darkest times, I saw trough your eyes, when there was there, on the other side. On my side.

These words had no meaning all this time, I heard myself whispering in this dead language I hold here. In my dead words, saying that I was happy, for you, it meant I was crying. We never got it right at this part.

Not words are what will help you see in the dark, but the pure light we hide in the honesty we had left all this time.