Climbing up, with strenght, I became an alpinist.
And... climbing, I found, hidden in my fingers, some
new emotions. I've a deep wound bleeding behind me,
and it burns a lot, but with pain I'm making the
forge of my soul. I feel like swimming in a cloud.
It's cold and blurry, but I know that over that cloud
there's a cuddly sun. The sunshines caress my hurted
fingers and the broken nails struggling against the
strings of life, and they lead me to the surface.
I'll come up, slowly, but I'll do it alone, because I know
I can do it, I know I MUST do it all by myself
(Aaaaalll byyy myyyyseeeelff.... *singing*).
Big hug for ya babes.
- Listening to: Kolyma - Evereve