The Blindfold

I need to find a way to follow... I feel myself blind, without know for where I’m going, without know what I’m doing. I'm just walking alone. 

It was dark and I couldn't see anything, I can’t see any way. I just can feel the cold, the constant cold. I just can touch my frozen body. 

I’m alone in a dark tunnel, maybe looking for answer… Walking to the unknown. 

Maybe… I’m just searching for one piece of my old hot body. Looking for a hot hug to heal my frozen body. Confused. 

Oh I wish how I wish to have you in this rain’s night. Maybe you could give the answer of my questions and doubts. You could walk near me, and who knows? You could take my hand. I just this way I can feel you are real. 

Waiting… I could feel your hand touching mine. I just at that moment I felt you were perfect, and was there to me. I never felt so warm and safe at anywhere else. Just on your arms. Who is you perfect stranger? Why you make me so glad? 

“Please save me from the nothing I’ve become”. I murmured. 

“I’m here, just for you, hold my hand, and follow my. I’ll guide you home”. You whispered. 

And you push me into your arms and guided me to the exit of that tunnel. And at least, you took off my blindfold, and I could see heaven on this hell. I could see that the perfection exists. I touched your face, and knew; you were real and were there just to me. At the end of the tunnel had a bridge, and you guided me to the middle and kissed me, at the first time, and just at that moment I found the peace in your arms. And could see that exist life among the dark. 

You know… The world is perfect, but sometimes you are just with a blindfold. So take it off!