Planning my life with snow [Part 2]

don't look back.
and again I write about last year. Because I am thinking, because I have some time to think. Because today actually I had some time. So I was thinking what was. And what is now. I read old emails. Looked at the photo. I remember everything. Butterflies in my stomach. Moths under the heart :)
Angels and Insects. It flew. It whirled. It flourished. In me.
And in December. Even now- I still want to throw everything aside and- like I am standing- run.
Run straight ahead without looking back.
And damn it, I don't think I can. I may not have the courage. So I am standing still.
So I packed it in a box. And am waiting for a sign.
Winter time, in January, with a book like a lucky charm, I begin to walk to get what is mine.
It waited for me.
God, what luck, that I am running again.
That the rope broke.
And I am running. Again.
And we'll collect the moments one by one.
I was sad and well, resigned.
I listened to Eddie Brickell & the new bohemians
over and over

I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else
And being alone is the best way to be
When I'm by myself it's the best way to be
When I'm all alone it's the best way to be
When I'm by myself, nobody else can say goodbye
Everything is temporary anyway