Our silent date

We keep our silent date.
For a while everything seems to be fine. There's action, there's laughter, it's sharp and real. I don't think too much, I just have to keep moving and everything is fine. I feel I get closer to my dreams, they are almost within my reach. If I could just push myself a little further I would touch them with the tips of my fingers.
Suddenly, a fog creeps in and the whole picture fades a way. I'm isolated in this blur, unable to connect the dots, completely lost. One day relentlessly glides into the next, I'm gradually seized by uncontrollable agitation, fear.
And loneliness slaps me across the face.
I struggle to make it go away but the fact still remains. The solitude accompanies me every second of my day. Its presence so painful, so real I can almost see its face.
Out of nowhere, I find the strength. I take control and the world is bright again, alive and real. It was a close call but once more I managed to escape.
Let it all rest, unnoticed, until our next silent date.

*Llevo dos días con la página abierta y este texto escrito, sin saber muy bien lo que hacer. No lo puedo traducir, me ha salido así, y no sabría ni como empezar. He pensado en borrarlo y escribir cualquier otra cosa. Pero por fin me he decidido a dejarlo así, al fin y al cabo todos tenemos momentos más bajos, es una parte más de la vida y no creo que los debamos esconder. 

*I've had this written in my computer for two days and I still not sure about what to do. I thought I should delete it and write a completely different thing. But I decided I would post it, just the way I wrote it. I know it's a sad text and I'm sure it has mistakes, I apologize for that. But it is perfectly normal to feel in low spirits once in a while, it is another aspect of life and I don't think we should hide it.

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