I AM
I am the person who can always be found right where you left. Can’t bring you the promise of better days, but you can carry my smile with you. I am the person who speak to you like poetry. Whispering in a thousand tragic endings, but build you another dreams. I am the bruist of your chest. Painting scars in your heart tenderly, but draw happiness wich leave its mark deeperly. I am the letters writer, sending hopes into your monochrome mind. You may not hold my wraist, but I let you overtaking everything in me, and carve some parts of yours in it. I am the story have happened in so many places and to so many people. Trascending your delusion, but I caress your illussion so it becomes reality. I am the character made by your head, and your heart, and your hand. Depending on the fairytale you fight at the last page. Then if you decide me to be vanished, All I hope is someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.