Unable to predict what kind of mood owns me today. You're afraid to come closer. But you are even more afraid to run away, leaving my secrets unsolved. I see your desperate struggle with the ghosts of the past, with the fears of the future and the uncertainty of the present. And I know how to help you. But I won't. You must make the choice yourself. Win or lose? After all, this victory can be a loss. As well as defeat by victory. What will you choose? To risk opening up, trusting me with your soul, or staying locked up tightly in your ghostly world?
A fresh life without a spark is not for me. And as long as we are both in the game, it will continue. But in any war, losses are inevitable.
Each of us will say goodbye to something of our own, the most dear and protected: you with your mistrust, and I with the free one. Isn't it a high price to fight for something, the ending of which is initially unknown? I think no. Because one way or another, experience will be our reward for both of us. Sad or Necessary? Bitter or Desirable? Only time will answer these questions ...
In the meantime, I am the same hostage of time. Only passionately rooting for your victory ...