I'm About

I'm about...
About to run.
About to stay.
About to scream.
About to pray.

About is my way,
every night and every day
in a constant replay
where delay is OK to obey.

I'm about to do.
I'm about to don't.
I'm about to will.
I'm about to won't.

That's my "BE":
Stuck in the middle.
There are two of me,
the one in the flesh
and the one in the mirror.
And I think none of them are real.
Because I'm about to born.
I'm about to die
I'm about to live
I'm about to cry.

Why?

I forgot the answer.
But I'm about to remind.

Annoying Noises On Good Photographs

I felt a cold breeze blowing beneath my soul. I didn't mind a bit, but a voice inside my head was begging for attention. And beyond that invite or anything that would be more pleasant than my current state, I saw you. Sort of away from me but I recognized you, right beside children's fears, taking advantage of innocence and with a smile - A cold one just like the wind I was submitting my sanity. Heavy tears washed my face, I didn't hide. But, through the last portion of courage left on me, I believed in the insignificance of the situation. And now I embrace the cold, I swallow the voice and I even accept you on my sight. Unlike the old me, who just couldn't, I learnt to stand among terrors. I won't be part of your crimes anymore, Queen of broken pieces. Let me stay here, quiet and still, enjoying the insignificance of you.