Each day I become more distant from who I once was. My companion, the imagination of many years, has left me with a deep, bitter taste.
What can I imagine, if what destiny has reserved for me is a route to a dead end, facing an immense abyss? Who am I? I no longer recognize myself.
Where is that pride that once belonged to me? I envy the certainty that's gone, the imagination that fled from me to warmer, happier arms.
I want to wake up one day and know that all of this was just a bad dream., And that I am not him, my own enemy. Waking up every morning on the same day, and not having the slightest hope of glimpsing a new day is disheartening.
If in life by car I am a passenger, in personal contact I am a shadow. A lonely shadow at the door of darkness, without hope, without dreams. I continue searching for theLeaving this labyrinth, with the joy of experiencing a different day as the reward.
In this labyrinth, where do you find yourself? Are you also lost in the darkness? Are you also caught between pain and struggle? Or are you simply ignoring the world around you?
When the dog is hungry, the mother cries and the son doesn't see. Corrupted heart, you are also to blame for suffering.
My latest failure was the breaking point that made me stop listening to your complaints. But I have the freedom to complain about loneliness one last time.
To cry tears of indignation before the desperate gaze that, in pure and cold contempt, legitimizes fury, hatred, and resentment. Forgive my actions, my existence. I only want to ask, please, that all this stop once and for all, so that I can wake up happy one last time.
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