Secrets of a dreamer

It's time to leave.
The secrets go in the trunk. Kept.
Separated for a luggage each.
Everything belongs to me.
The stars, life.
Inconstant are constants.
Feeling a privilege.
Everything belongs to me.
There is a luggage each.
Not jugues. Every one knows what is going to take inside.
I sorted everything very carefully.
Everything belongs to me.
The past now.
The memories will also ..
In the end, love is a journey. 
Everything belongs to me.

Daiane Reis