I looked and I looked... at those images that haunted me,
Then I began to imagine: what happens if they were me?

What'd happen... if I've found me?
I stared and stared... always at them again...
I was looking ... just for me.
Not for so many strangers to my life.

All places are enchanted just seen from above,
I was sitting on a cloud, but I'm not there anymore.
The fall was hard, was painful,
I tasted my tears, I tasted my fears...
but in certainty I live now.

Days pass and pass by as always...
Again I look at and I look at... those unknown countenances,
But they won't haunt me anymore...

I run to the forest and I peered at the trough,
This time... at last another countenance I saw!

This time, it WAS me...
I stared and I stared...
At last... It was me!.

Countenance (c) Laura Marco 2015