Moving on

In the middle of the mountain, it is a forest. I am coming from afar going far. The future is bright; we have to believe that faith makes a way for miracles to happen. Very easy to say that to a hopeless person with a warm hug, but there are times you get in his shoes and miss who would comfort you with the same hug you used to give. Looking at the watch, how long I’ve been climbing not having a clear direction of where I am going. Sometimes I regret having started this journey early but a thankful voice raise in my soul that I started it before too late. In the central of many voices I feel like let me just drop all but the way back is very dangerous, and the place is horrible; I do not want to turn back. There are times I need a hall pause, but trying to take it a reminder tells me that the time will still be running. Only a break to take a deep breath by then the devil finds me in my idle time to make me busy. Lost everything and still losing but waiting on the due time to...

Sometimes I wonder he does it intentionally just to hurt me. I want to move on but he come back to remind me of his wickedness.  Decided to write to him anymore, he sends me a message after he has changed his profile picture to him with a women I've been doubting he is having an affair with. Was it that I might see the picture or, since the message was of no sense. no comment. Hey can you please come and help typing something, went there with a good spirit and he called another girl talking to her the way he used to talk me before things changed. If only i would scream, but I am sitting next to him, and enough is enough; he do not have to see my tears anymore. I just need to move, only if he can tell me how he did to forget me that quickly, just like a glimpse of the eye. haaaaaaaaaaaaa

    I was home, it was not hot but crowdie to not notice that I disappeared. I just walked out as going in a wash room. And then I continued out like taking an air. Rivers around and birds singing in the secret, "ooh how sweet their voices are": I said to myself. The pathway was like a snake to not know how long it was. "Wow, what a garden with good trees.": that's me speaking to myself. I knew that at any time home would call me but "am still near, I'll only run 3 minutes once I hear them calling." I continued the road; birds of different colors, with different songs and melodies of the air blowing the trees. "Ooh, monkey? I don't have banana here, but I'll bring one when I reach home." Thinking it was still near. “Hey beautiful, you are going far and it might be dangerous. Please return home, Dad is calling you.”: Speaking from inside. But my response was just “no, I know the voice of my father and I have not heard him...