"For the best"

I take it as the most predictable outcome. In the end this was bound to happen. I couldn't go so smoothly after all. After the harsh close that resulted in my personal case,I thought it would set sail. Apparently it found it's way back to shore. It's not over still, and I don't think it will really ever be. It takes three sentences from him to prove he still owns a piece of me. He isn't quite ready to relinquish just yet. I will just have to learn to endure it. Each second that ticks by grows us further apart and each word makes me realize how live loses its depth in my solitude. As if I were living in automatic stance, sleepwalking through time. My absent gaze is the one that gives me away.

I just know it is the path that has to be taken, the direccion meant for my life right now. The knowledge of this vague intuision makes me drown in my own grief and abide to my apathy. I am not so sure to be ready to accept this decision, but it has already been taken. "For the best". Three words that crush me and make me hit stiffly towards the damp ground. Then I find myself paralyzed, laying face to the floor, truant. Not a single thought dares to cross my mind. I am just numb. Don't notice when comes the ink colored sky, without a single star hangs high. Only the serene silver displayed by the moon. Then again, it fades to gray, the birds praise a new day, and I remain the same. Maybe I've died in vain, but I can't see myself living a new day.