That fiery spark. I love
it when it lights up the darkness inside me. That horrible darkness I can’t
help but to feel the need to escape far from. The one that invades myself such
as silent does at night and blows out, little by little, the light of every
single corner of my body.
That fiery spark. I love
it when I feel it through my veins. Its presence keeps me alive. I know I’m
different such because of this little thing, that actually invades me as
darkness does while it stays hidden between my skin. But when it shows up, I
run infinite. When it does, I know I’m able.
I’ve spent my entire
life waiting for the moment to arrive. Waiting for the moment in which I’ll be
brave enough to run away from all these things that keep my soul silent,
colourless. I know it actually denotes a lack of courage, I may still not be
ready. But I promise one day I’ll grow strong and I’ll be able to fight the
hardest battle I’m ever going to fight. This promise is the main reason why I keep
on believing in me; I know I can pull through it. I owe this win to myself.
Written by me
Lili
