When you move with difficulty in the rooms of your life, you look around at every step for fear of tripping over old memories, when you walk back from the cold and your bare feet and makes you cringe thinking of varying the path you have undertaken. It 's like walking in a fog, wrapped in a thin layer of uncertainty, the only one able to give you a shiver of curiosity, unique in being able to freeze the heart when you are in a dead end, surrounded by doubt and fear make mistakes. no longer recognizes the limits of certainty and the quiet routine of anxiety that can eat you, and then you realize that it is the same, and We're constantly in, helpless, as immersed in the quicksand, and you do not know what to do, if you move or wait, motionless, for someone to save you.
Your eyes fill with tears, but nobody can see them, because while you sink an absurd Catch assurance that you have never ceased to move, to rush to get rid of all this, but every attempt is been in vain, and when trying to reach out you have been sucked, increasingly, a whirlpool which indifferent prevented you to shout your mouth full of shameful silence.
While your eyes grope in the dark looking for a foothold, you realize that the earth is still beneath the your feet, and everything else that surrounds you, you clings, nell'ineluttabile vacuum that has made a blind crowd of feelings.
TM
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