I don´t even remember when or how i got to be so lost from myself. I hate the impossibility to sleep whenever i want, to not have the possibility to dream something.
Is that truth that the best years are now gone? Is that truth that I buried the best of me in these last months? I´m afraid that I can´t reach my feelings again. I´m so afraid that I can´t embrace the reality and the facts like always did. Or at least, I always tried to. I´m afraid that from now on, i should start to think about me in another language that i hardly can understand.
The lines between you and me want to disappear. They want to born out.
In the state, on this stage I wake up and think ...“that was just the nightmare of yesterday”.