Future Reflexions

I stand in the middle of nowhere
trying hard not to let the wind blow me away

And you think it gets easier with time,
with practice,
with every rejection.

To hear your voice, to make you real
to give you, not a even a place in my life,
but a date in my week
is enough to give you the power to blow me away.

And im stronger than that.

Is it because we are too lonely,
or because we are too scared?

Where is my room for experimentation?

I just hope tomorrow Im still standing.