We carry with us ghosts and fears
coming from other lives,
we listen to voices and whispers
we thought we had forgotten
in the farthest corners of our consciences.
We stand up for freedoms
we are willing to lose
waiting only to dive ourselves
in the eyes of who can cause
a sudden beat of our heart.
We are the autumn of a lost summer
and turning back we cannot see but
a missed future full of regrets.
We do not know anymore
what we are at the present
and where we go,
Nevertheless, we are still walking.
words and photographer Arialee Miles