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”.
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