When you feel cheated by the whole world, and it would only take refuge in the most remote land, where no one stared, alone with their fears and their uncertainties, it is in these moments that I find to be truly alone. So what good is chasing people, trying to lure them to itself, to satisfy their every desire, even without the hope of receiving something in return, but growing in the heart of the trust to be good people, and that the other will be just as good to us? There is goodness in the world for those who give the whole heart, in return you receive only a glance of the remains, a careless gesture, a word mumbled in a barely recognize the significance, of questionable truth. guess to get away from the world, leaving everything to chance, not to feed more feelings, no hope, and I look wither, while everything around forever, lush, stretches its roots and conquer new territories, while I barely put in my corner I try to capture a moment of silence, a subtle feeling of emptiness that allows me to still hear the beat of my heart, that makes me feel that I am alive, because every mirror around me that does not reflect anything, the outline of a figure invisible, yet so this ... recalled to reality by my name called out loudly, I realize that he never left this world. When I look at the figure, however, reflected a slight crack, which is growing, and slowly come to completely hide her face already barely recognizable. I would like to break the mirror that tells me everything that I can not be, chiding me for what I should be, and suddenly I find myself grabbing the fragile framework of these anxieties, the lift at the top of my head, and immerse myself completely oblivion of those feelings, aware that the reflection can never be any clearer than that.
TM
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