Do you feel the emptiness? It is progressing little by little, in silence, it begins to adapt to your hands and your bones. It grows and devours every inch of your body, every space until it transforms everything into permanent absences. How can it be that in a night of words, memories, sentences with and without sense, beer, looks, beliefs and lack of beliefs, I felt so full and consequently now I feel so empty, so hollow? How can we be so selfish? So non-conformist? Today I have felt another person for a while and maybe, the problem is that I liked being her, that other than me.
Could it be that the endings remind me of the presence of the void that always remains latent in each kiss? In each encounter? We will never get used to the farewells (not only to the endings, I will never get used to the beginnings, I feel so ridiculous, so lost in a silence not entirely voluntary).
And now, now the void screams at me in front of the mirror breaking the balance, is it never enough? ...