Dark mondays

Lately, I can’t breath as I did few months ago. The feeling that the air don’t get to the final point is shaking my fear out and all I can see is a little girl scared of what is waiting for her.

My heart is in more pain that it was few weeks ago. Muscles which pumps the life I am living fail me every time I make another step towards my happy ending.

I’m out of air.

And my heart beats less, beats slow, until no more.

Save me.

Published by Irinelu Iacoban

Moldoveancă. Rătăcitoare. Pasăre călătoare.

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