Hand by hand with the time

What you suppose to think? What I suppose to think?
Things are not easy, and, yeah, I know, nobody sad it would be.
The problem is sometimes everything you need is feel that is going to be worth it.
Is funny how time can change everything.
What you think, the things you love...the people you know, and who really know you...
Time is fast and have no mercy.
I don't know if I can deal with this now,
but if I think well, i though that I can't deal with
almost everything that I did in the last 6 months..
I don't know where am I going for sure, but I'm going.
I am going with all changes,all persons, all tears and all smiles.
I'm going hand by hand with the time.

I'm gonna make it happen,

She was staring the nothing...
Everything was falling apart and she just doesn't want to do anything.
It was common for her, you know, that feeling.
It's the time to face it.
It's the time to fight back, but she just doesn't feel like doing it.
She was wondering what it's the best option.
What she have to do, what is on her hands to make it happen,
and she only have one shot.
One last try. She is thinking on turn back and walk away.
For her was always easy run away when she got scared,
and in times like this, maybe she should..
The problem is, this is not what she is. This is not what she wants.
She knows that she is sensitive and strong at the same time.
She knows that she is strong enough.
So she is going to breath. She is going to take a deep breath and she is going make it happen. I'm gonna make it happen.

Shadows

Tired. Exhausted and already unable to do anything.
She just cried for been tired. She were tired even for cry, but the tears would not stop.
She doesn't even know where they came from,
.. they just came.
She knew the night would be long ..
It is dark, there are only shadows on the huge wall in front of her.
She does not know if it was because she was feeling so small, but the wall looks
so big that no other wall had ever been.
She knew hers fears and her nightmares.
She knew that she would not sleep, would not be weird (she never slept),
but that day was different ...
everything was dry, empty. The room grew around her and the empty space was increasing.
The shadows. The insomnia. Nothing.
The long empty night ..the night full of nothing.
Different. She doesn't sleep for being tired (to be exhausted) and now she would not sleep not
for fear of the shadows or ghosts of the room, the strange inhabitants of her
room of insomnia .. she would not sleep for her own ghosts.
The strange beings from her room were now distant, haunted instead of stunning ..
Her ghosts would not let nothing else scares there, (perhaps for being more realistic and darker).
The shadows become nothing ..
Another day, another morning like any other, one day that she gets up and follows the day, but in fact,
nobody sees that her shadow is bigger than it looks ...