I Extinguish My Own Dreams

It's a raw moment in my current timeline,
in my dreams i feel like i acomplish nothing.
As my memories vanished as a mutilated crime.
I fly in a nonesene path, i can't feel any joy.

I want to believe there's something i could live for, somewhere  that doesn't remind me of my absurd dreams. 

My dream of being with people i love, people that trully understand my actions, people that know about my frustrations and mostly people that loves me. Write about them, describe them as something i could never forget.

Memories that i could never commit, walking in a bay of sand, i see the inmensity of watery emotions. i feel the breeze of the remaining ashes of myself. 

I don't see the old me, my old actions have remain in the past but, there's something that stays forever, like a old tree an very old one that contains the worst part of myself. I can't cut it down it's too deep in my emotions and every time i try to pour water, it only grows more.

Their beuty is found in the leafs, brownish leafs spreaded on the floor. Fragile leafs touching one of them can make a mess.