Answers (Part 2)
I look back and see that I have got nothing,
I look up and see bright lights, but the blinding ones,
I straighten my arms and relax my fingers,
Just to notice that they are calm and empty.
No one besides me, No one behind.
Should I stop or should I climb?
And then at this exact moment,
I remember something.
I remember stories.
I love stories.
More when they happen with me, to me.
Hundreds of stories, not the happy ones.
Not sad either.
But stories that help me survive, and thrive,
Grow and think.
Remember and cherish.
And give me hope in this void.
Don’t take me wrong.
I hate plain and boring stories of life.
I never read it.
I read thriller and horror, more than romance and comedy.
I love the people in those stories
and their reactions,
The questions it asked me,
And the answers it ignored.
I love the mix – the blend.
Like music, it helps me breathe.
That’s my answer.
To the question, I never asked.