The new year begins shadowed by clouds that foretell storms and severe thunderstorms in the near future. We say that the conditions are bad, between work and private life are not put to better, even if they are always conscious that they can always get worse ... but I wonder when it will improve?
The truth is that I want to recapture a slice of the past, although I am aware that you can not, and that what was then acting just someone who looked like what they are now, and with me, even other people.
time, life, change anyone, it is just, inevitable, and usually improves like wine, while others become vinegar. Something is missing, and I fear that there will be that feeling of belonging, security, a state of mind that served as protection against everything and everyone. Of course, now I have learned to protect myself from the world alone, but everything has its price, and who can say if I paid right? for sure what is done remains the same and until we know with certainty predict the future, we will continue to make mistakes.
lift up my eyes to the sky crying tears incessantly winter, those same tears that run through my face for some time, and not because there is no reason, but simply because my pain threshold has shifted, the shell is more hard and sharper than the sword. Moreover it was necessary to survive, you had to kill a part of me, even give up my greatest dream, just coming to terms with reality, leaving on only a small faint hope, a tiny flame of a candle hidden in a remote room of the my soul, rightly so, in order to stay completely in the dark.
