Fears.

"There is no fear, my dear"
. . . But I fear
I fear to be alone sometimes
I fear the time, and my heart
Yes, I am insecure.
Sometimes I think I am made of stone,
That I handle it all, that I can do anything I want
But, my friend, I can not.
No one can.
Not even you.
Not even me.
We are trapped in a cruel world,
Where we have to create a way to runaway from ourselves sometimes
But the real story is that just sleeping we can flee from him
We can dream and wish forever more
Without fear
Without tragedy
Without anything that could hurt
Without rules of each day.

I know, I can reach high
I just have to try
But sometimes, my mind does not let it
Because she knows I am already flying too high.

(inside of me)