Aquí.. allá.

Alone with the dark in a warm night, not so hot to heat up my heart, but not so cold to cool down my feelings. Just in the middle of nowhere, inside of a terrible void, not here, not there... Living to die? Or dieing to live? What is the reason? Why I care? Should I give up? Must I fight? May i give my surrender? Could I sign a war treaty? Or just remain as an empty vessel? Am I confused or insecure? Am I right or wrong? Can I dissapear from your life without leaving any trace? Like a bubble of soap popping, like a snowflake that is melting on the floor, like particles of dust that fly away with a little breeze... Maybe, maybe I can.