Mine,

I still exist but I exist alone. I walk but I walk alone. I talk but I talk alone.

Even when I do the aforementioned with other people, I feel I do them alone.

When it's daylight, I know my night has just been doubled. I prefer darkness for it understands me.

I still breathe but I hardly know its essence.

In here, a lot has changed. The thumps have stopped. I have failed to keep up with the appointment with my cardiologist.

When I take my pen to write, I could only make lines into figures that sadden me.

When I fall asleep, my eyes rest but I don't want that anymore for when my eyes rest, the rest of my body is thrown into unrest.

My mares appear so real. You whose voice used to be my lullaby is my worst nightmare now. With your back on me, I would want to touch you but I wouldn't be able to move a finger. I would resolve into calling you but my voice wouldn't form a sound.

I fear remembering the past. I don't want to remember any of it. I want to keep flowing like a river, never ever looking back.

I just want my years to spring as a cheetah springs or preferably fly with the wings of a peregrine falcon.

I was told of a man who could turn back the hands of time. He ended up being a psychologist  but he said my...