now

Words are going through my head
I wonder what to do next, walk and walk to a place with no end,
when I reach a cliff I walk on thin air.
Ground should not hold, but I'm still here.
Leave it, leave it all behind, they're called memories because they'll never leave my mind.

There're no other place I'd rather be, where I don't grow old, where I think and I scream and it is all the same. No one can hear me, only I can. I cannot fly, still I walk on air. Everything is made up of me, my feelings, my thoughts, my memories make up this space I'm in. There is no need to analyze the truthness of this placet. I just am, I exist, I am me. Here. Now.