Today I woke up in the morning with some eerie feelings that resembled my nightmares. The dreams
that has been following me in this past few days. The series of a never ended story which has always
cuts all my dreams in two part:
one is my dream itself, the other is a pure black screen.
I fold my hands in my knee and began to condemn everything that I could remember.
it’s certainly him,
it’s certainly her,
it’s certainly everyone that I’m despises of…
I always love a love itself, yet I hate it so much, and I couldn’t get away from it.
With the slowest gesture I lazily guide my steps through the sink. The mirror was so cold,
I could felt it when I touched it.
it’s my own reflection
it’s so cold and sad…