Breathe

I’m not a seeker of light. 

Nor a darkness obsessed. 

Even if I can stand up by myself

Sometimes I just let myself crumble. 

I feel restless 

Alone and tired 

Not being able to found the will to keep going

In her determined and strong eyes 

So why am I still looking?

Better to keep lying 

And running away from the light and the darkness

Until I can finally rest.