awakening

I know time is passing,
but I can no longer feel it.
Like it is frozen by something.


Is it sealed by the Sadness Or Happiness?
I trapped myself in the memories,
because I am afraid to being awake.
Having sense make me feel much colder than staying in the prison of time.


I heard someone knocking the door,
the door of my heart.
Telling me it's time to wake up..
Telling me not to run away..


I don't know where the sound comes from,
but I understand what it is tryng to tell me.


I know I have to stand up,
although there is no hand I can grab.
I know I have to wake up,
although the winter haven't passed.