I don't know how long it's been but I still wonder, still lay with a indescribable pain in my heart. I try to remember how life was that long ago, and who I was before. Blankness erodes my mind, small glimpses of the painful reality of my life appear in my brain. How have I became the hunter after being chased for so long, how am I the writer when you've created the words I write sheltered under the dark. All I feel is you eating me from the inside out, taking over the things I love most, making me ache like you always have.
Me haces desear no existir.
