Keep your head up, keep your heart strong. / No, no, no, no. / Keep your mind set, keep your hair long.
I look at my feet and feel every leaf beneath them. I move my toes, trying to reach the bottom of the earth I am on top. I realize the humidity coming from the grass and, slowly, hugging my ankles with cold little hands. I see my tears falling down in the ground, watering the leaves with salt taste.
More than this, I watch my heart struggling. He is moving inside my chest, and I bet his movement is visible through my shirt. He is fighting against a considerable number of ghosts and thoughts. My heart is strong, most of the time: I wonder how difficult it must be to be the heart of a melancholic person.
I start to walk on the leaves. They make a wet and disinterested noise. They don't care at all about my journey. I envy them: I wish I could not to care about anything, too. But just sometimes. Because I am a person who cares, a lot, all the time, about everybody that I (really) love.
It's so dark in here. I see mountains, bigger than my courage. I see lakes, deeper than my hability to swin. I see animals, angrier than my mind. I see barriers surrounding me, and I feel that I have no hope. No salvation. No escape route. I feel I am doomed. I sat down on the floor, the dampness getting on my clothes, and I cry as hard as I can.
As hard as an anguish person could ever be.
I feel lost.
But, suddenly (or not too suddenly, only the time it took me to lift my head), I see a sunbeam. Oh, and it's so magical: the sun touches every leaf, every flower, every raindrop. It warms me - inside. I feel my heart is opening up for this heat and yellow tones. I feel my hair drying, and my clothes. My tears goes away, vanishing the pain from my face.
The mountains doesn't seem so challenging now.
Or the lake so frightening.
And the animals are kinda cute.
I guess the sun is you, gaving me the strength I lost in the woods.
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