Blessed..

I do what scares me the most. 
I write.
I go through this process of solitude and struggle. It's exhausting and i enjoy it. 
I enjoy feeling independent, facing my fears alone on paper, strong, impatient and chasing the "beyond" world.
Hunting illusions and killing them brutally. 
It's a process where i get myself out of my life and watch what happens. A process that i try to avoid because of this beautiful loneliness that sucks me
It's just me in the middle of nowhere and my desire is to stay there all the time. 
Then… i remember you and your existence in my life, that is just like the cool breeze that follows the rain, the high way full of trees 
a phantom that peacefully lives nearby me… 
and it makes me feel stronger, it doesn't push me out of my bubble…it doesn't force me to say any nice words, or interrupt my thoughts…
because you are not someone, not the man of my dreams, but the experience that is reshaping my world and my words. 
i have become more close to my soul and far from myself, 
you are there holding both our hands and it's a blessing, 
it's a blessing to know how it feels like, no matter how it ends, 
to know that we are together, yet i can still be alone, 
it's a blessing to pray whenever you cross my mind
it's a blessing that you are here ...that I love you.