State of mind

It's too late.
Too late to say goodbye.
You missed my call when I was expecting you on the other side of the line.
The thin twisted line.
The feeling of emptiness.
The close of another door.
The same door that was open just few moments ago.
The shadows, different mixing of grey.
Feeling cold and sad and dark. Lost.
Maybe lost in the wilderness.
Always looking for answers, not always making the right questions.
Always looking for peace and quiet but not always finding it.
It's life. Live it or leave it.
It's never too late.
Never too late to say goodbye.

Open the door, open your mind.
I'm awake now and optimistic.
I feel the wind in my face.
An east warm wind surrounding me.
The sun is shinning.
The sky is blue, light blue.
No more shadows, no more ghosts.
Life is so short, to short to waste it.
Life is a state of mind...