So this is it. You're running away one more time. And yet you're still here. It feels like walking on melting snow. You think you're moving further, but you' re only sinking deeper.

Do you still dream of love, when you speak of freedom? Do you weep behind your seemingly careless smiles? Do you hide your weaknesses behind an iron mask of strength?

Who are you? How did they entrap you inside this mirror and why are you always starring at me?

Does every ending mark a new beginning? Do all roads lead to some sort of destination? When a door is shut, does another one open?

To live is to laugh in the face of death. To love is to embrace your innermost fears. To leave is to accept nothing lasts for ever.

Would you weep, if tears could melt the ice surrounding you? Would you smile, if they told you that truth is only a mirage?

Walk until your legs collapse under your weight. Breathe as if the room was running out of air.

Silence won't betray you. Your own voice might.