There comes a point in life when there is no right or wrong anymore. No mistakes, no absolute decisions, just the sound of your steps drowing the sound of your own voice, soundless.
There comes a point in life when the ambivalence of words becomes clear. When a turning point is drawn when -who knows- maybe a straight line would have sufficied. When we are not yet ready to aknowledge the fact that maybe this would prove to be a worse path. Not a wrong one, just not as good as the one I now leave behind.
But I keep looking straight ahead of me, on this turning point. I keep hoping Im doing the right thing. Even kowning that no such a thing exist. Right. Thing. I’m waitingt here, alone. Somewhat even lonely. Just a bit. I pace up and down till my legs hurt from striving to understand something I guess I will not understand in a long time. I sit down and I dont look back. I dont want to be Lot’s wife, I dont want to be a salt statue in the middle of a present without a future form.
You know I l. you. And, even if Im not able to give a coherent explanation to my own behaviour, I hope that time will give me the tools, the skills, to put in simpler words what I struggle to express here.
You’ll always be there. Only not that close.
Alone.
Again.
PS: what a good thing to worry about this nonsense when real problems havent yet took their rightful ¿? place on both our lives.
take care, will u?
Yes, I know u will take care of yourself. 
