I can’t stop thinking about what could had been with you, with them, in all those scenes where I’ve found my self. 

     Sometimes I cling my face onto the glass just to have a glimpse of the cloudy sky, but its more certain that I’ll find a picture of these times; a melancholic memory of you,and me, and them.

I know I can’t scape your reach

I know I have no control 

I know you’ll throw me into the fan

and I will never reach the end.

     But I know you will forgive my lack of confidence.

You know I’m just another peg hanging on the fence.

I got so many things to tell you, and I don’t know from where to start. This is my greatest effort to fly above the bars.