Tomorrow

A lot and nothing has happened to me the last few weeks. I guess I can say the only thing I can remember clearly is that for the first time in a long time I decided to stop feeling lost and start looking to feel found; I took a chance to beat my fears.

Talking to him was a big step, a huge step, but besides inner peace, nothing really worth telling has come from it.

Nevertheless I did realize one thing: I'm still living in the past. The same curse that kept me from living in colors the magic of a sketched love and then turned me into ashes now slows down my steps and complicates what by definition should be simple.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be more years than I can actually accept without fearing youth's slip away and I'll spend the fearfull day finding new reasons to be happy.

Not that I'm not right now. It's just than I can't keep up with the little number on my age "certificate"; I keep feeling I've missed so much to live, to know, to enjoy, and the right time is finally gone. New things will come, of that I am sure, but what of those that stayed behind but I can't leave behind?

Forever starts tomorrow, and although I had a lot of heroes in and out of my greek sometimes-comedy-sometimes-tragedy, I feel that the future is all about Erika's story and that somehow it will come brilliant...or I'll make it that way...