Life is cornering me, fencing, removing the air and that is no longer a call for help. .. Everything and nothing at once, granite and grit that have been made and I can sack with him, not want to carry on ... I see my options and I am afraid because these are developed against reality itself choking me, the inventiveness of a surreal world, and death ... and they think, will try to escape? will disappear if I can start over? I can be me, I can dream, believe, trust, will I be me? or continue tormented? to choose one of my options is expected to sentence me to think of recrimination that could fall on my family and future ... I think my problem and I prefer a thousand times that I forget to carry a stigma as a result of my actions ... So I have no choice, are reduced and the remaining proposals represent future problems but will be just my problem and my employment of my surroundings ... I may live abstracted continue as controller to allow God to be condescending with me: he who sees everything and who believe in a very particular, as nobody knows me and knows I'm hurting, can finally decide to introduce a no-blame and condescension.
I fear I am facing a road of no return ... I'll go to work tomorrow, I'll do the same things as always, will remain outside the same person, but not equal, no .
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