I'm Afraid You Are Afraid We Are All Afraid

How true all that thing about reason & heart is, about how the latter performs the most incredible acts without the acknowledgement of the former. It blinds us, drives us crazy, makes us want to create new worlds and manipulate the nature of things. And then we try, and try harder and harder. And slowly it desintegrates our will, destroy our bold hearts, turning it into a cold piece of a tough conclusion, often turned into a simple question: what am I doing here?
My mouth spoke truthfully, every word intended to be a new possible world, for you, for me. Plans were made, my mind  went far when thinking about the possibilities, as you used to say you had nothing making you to stay, nothing stable happening in your life right now, perfect moment to start to fly.
At the same time, there was all that fear, that often came as rage, breaking and destroying whatever it could find on the way, that rage that so many times made us wonder and question our hearts, invariably pointing our failures as holes in our soul. But we carried on, wounded but still with some strenght and someting, gradually fading out, to fight for.
And it kept happening, more and more and more.  And at that time words were like big monsters constantly changing forms, acquiring new and scary colors, words that we won't recognize as they left our little mouths. Just two lost souls trying to love and two be loved, with no clue at all, oh my that just makes me want to rewind all the history and calmy put my head on your knees, in a frenzy and frail desire to touch again the first and virgin soul of that night, which is not possible, so it will probably keep hurting for a time, and then dust will come to make wounds easier to be forgotten.