EPHEMERAL

Since when did my name started sounding like an echo past woods, I can see my reflection in your eye and then I turn around so you don't see yours, because that's how we see one another and I'm too afraid to be seen. It's a different feeling similar to the one when you leave a place, it's not that ache of leaving people or place behind. It's about leaving a piece of you behind which you don't want to leave but sticking on to it is like holding onto a sharp knife. Vulnerable! No, that's a long-lost feeling.

Maybe it's a fear to lose a part of me or maybe about the fact that I would never forget who I truly am and who I truly was. Waves are drowning down again and it's more like a heartache or lungs collapse or maybe a stomach drops this time.

But this time I'll have to let go of this feeling..