Was I wrong when I believed you?
again?
No, said the voice in my head
For the eightieth time
Had I been counting on that?
I asked the other one
Well, you were superficial at that time
And you still are
The silence was good
Ohhh yeah it was
The voices were fighting
For which one was right?
I don’t know about that
I looked at the times when it was supposed to be ended
But now it seemed like an argument
It had been far stretched to what I saw and now it was
Getting louder and louder
As the conclusion was nowhere to be heard of
The answer was least expected
of that I was sure
They are right to some extent
Said the third one who was listening
From afar
I turned to him
I don’t know why I did that
But I did find solace with him
What’s bothering you?
He asked
I don’t know I said
But you must know what’s the cause of that little hurricane in you?
I looked at him with no answer
He nodded
And he spoke again
It\'s not him it’s you
It’s your turn to let go
That’s easy for you to say
He repeated again
It\'s not him it’s you
The other two go silent
They came over him and started to argue with him now
The vivid image that he gave me was pretty
The one which had just me
Broken yet free
warm yet cold
With no one to destroy it
But rather someone was there healing it
I stopped thinking after that is what I remember
And the rest is history
Which gave me a scar that is taking time to heal
But it is rewarding
Cause it has someone who at least doesn’t make it
The worst-case scenario again