Shedding the skin of the soul

Today I took my things out of the apartment where I lived.

A huge wave of nostalgia hit me, I almost broke down crying. It was my cradle of love, of friendship, of joy for a while; at least, that’s why I had gone to live there. 1 year, 2 years and we’d be out, we’d be together and we’d live together. So many hopes and dreams that now I see as sand carried away by the wind…

My mind can’t accept that it forgot all that, that it let it die; I know I was no saint, but I did nothing to deserve this. There are worse people, whose actions I supported and tried to understand, yet it turns out I’m worse, just for existing, while forgiveness is granted to them.

With all this I leave, far away, too far

I can’t bear it

I can’t bear to see you

I can’t see you

I die when I see you

My heart calls you, but my mind tells me NO.

And I must obey my mind… my reason…

Fri s: I can count you on one hand, you know who you are, thank you for your support. You won’t stop hearing from me.

Enemi s: I don’t think I have any, but if there is one, I value you for being there.

Family: Always there, what can I say??

This is a goodbye to something dead, because I’m dead. I died, I’m not the same

I’m someone trying to be better.

Thank you and may God bless you all.

Listening to no quiero escuchar nada, feeling Melancólico