Beginning of the end.

1: 41 am.
Headache but still awake.
Memories running trough my mind whilst my skin is visited by cold tears.
I try so hard to focus but is useless...
The clock points 1:49 and all the words that I had planned to write are long gone. Sailing in nowhere.
And now, looking at the ceiling I can barely remember what I was gonna say.
I remember when I was younger... Well, when I was a little girl and my life was simple. I did not have any problem and I was happy with myself and with all the beauty that created my perfect world. When love surrounded me and hope was my best friend, when faith was was writing in my skin.
You know.... when falling asleep was easier than walk, when waking up was something I expected with all my heart, mind and spirit.
I miss those days. Those were good days.
Being a child is the best thing that happened to me, is the age when we are vulnerable yet strong.
I wanted to grow up so badly and now that it happened I really regret it.
I know I am talking to no one, but it is better than keeping the pain.
And if someone reads this short entry I apologize for my english.
BT♥
Nightingale xx.