Iam coming!

Iam coming! Everyone but you knows that Iam coming and soon I will be there. I could scream it out loud and I don't think that you'd hear. My voice has been silenced in your life and all memories of us have been packed away in a box and locked up in diaries. You have banned me from paradise and sent us to some sacred place that you will never revel... Iam left wishing that I had not hurt you that way...
I read somewhere this week that we can not change that which has been done, but it is up to us to write what will come. Thats what I have to start doing. I must stop writing about the past and rediscover present and future for in them lies the happiness which I seek. And, maybe in some other life, where we will meet again, things will be much different.