Dear God,

'Where is this long and winding path leading me to?
I wish there was hope, I wish I could at least feel that feeling of hope.
I can't do this on my own, I simply can't. Am only 18, am still learning.
I can't and shouldn't have to carry with their heavy problems as well, I feel
so hopeless about this all. All I've ever wanted to do is to make my dream come true.
Escape. Run away as fast as I can.
I just wish someone understood, but am sure none of them do, just the idea of it
might sound confusing to them.
Please, if you can hear me or see this, please just help me out, you know I
how torn up and twisted this makes me.'

I wrote this two years ago when I was desperate to make my dream come true...Now two years later this describes exactly what I'm feeling, although my dream came true, I realised keeping the dream alive is even harder. 

Concepto Extraviado

Home?
What is that?
Where is it?

Falling

Have I really stumbled upon it again? Is this how it feels to let go into the unknown?
I feel like I am falling into an abysm but still with the hope of being caught by your safe arms, however,  the danger remains there -intact- for I am still falling and I have nothing but the light that is shone by my tiny hope. You and your soulful eyes, which tell me a thousand stories hundreds of years older than you are, that's what has got me falling with no regrets. I am finally ready to let go and feel with no fear and still, the thought of that notion terrifies me. I am yours to keep...please keep me safe.