It's again the same story all the days, i wake up in the middle of the cold ocean sailing. I don't pay attention when the water touch my feets, i just keep seeing the grey sky.
It was just a dream, a dream in who i'm trapped, no one is in my house,just the cat and me, going to the bathroom i found a piece of paper with a draw of a place, i saw my eyes, are more grey than ever, i'm going blind with so many thing in my head, i take pill to my depression,but they don't seem have effect, you must know what feels pretend be happy buy i don't change my serious face.
To the coffee shop i can't stop drinking coffee, it taste, it feeling, there's a story about the coffee.
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erased memories
Historical Fictionthe memories erased of the life of a man who sail into his memories seeing them with nostalgia in a different way, something strange in them.
