I'm here although you may not have noticed, I have so much to tell and so many secrets to keep.
I'm here but I think you can not see me, they all moved away from me, I did not realize if it was out of disgust or they just started to fear me.
I have thought too much about this, join my feelings to be honest with me, but it has not helped to meditate if at the end of the day I will be here but you will not see me.
Could it be that loneliness witnessed my failure and nostalgia a victim of my tears at sunset?
I keep walking but I do not see that I go far, I look for the smile of that child in the mirror, but in its place I only see the expressionless face of my reflection.
I still question whether someday my questions will be answered, if the pain will end or will be stronger after closing the door.
I am clear that as time passes my memories will be erased, my memories will be distorted and my existence will slowly fade away.