Warm, cold Sunday morning with noisy winds, this day seems a reflection of my life, almost like a climatic representation of what I am feeling; it has been a long time since this Sunday morning lives in me but today is much worse.
It is this phrase that passes through my mind every day, almost like a mantra that is repeated or haunted by the assorted thoughts that run in this house in search of victims. I swore that I would not give up life because everything was difficult. And it is worse than anyone can imagine, sad and with no future.
A look at the abyss and everything is lost.
