Just Past.

The walls seemed to crumble one by one,

the clock barely moved the handles, 

and I swear, 

my mind was the coldest of the place. 

And then, my feelings,

ice.

The white powder was drawing circles,

lines, 

curves perhaps, 

but my mind still could not look away from what made him stronger,

nothing. 

And when I got home 

Myths was falling

one to one 

against the coffee table, 

not to fall back again.

It's funny how many questions
can bomb one mind in seconds. 

Even more curious is the way 

in which I could turn off my humanity
with the sole purpose
to protect me and everything.

But it is not so funny

the way that words can hurt feelings,
my feelings.
Is not funny how you completely invisible to other people,
how he didn’t even turn to look at you.
The way you feel everything is wrong
and you can’t do anything about it. 

Is hard.

But is past.