Deep Dark Memories

Those who have died are not dead, they live in my brain and then I woke up and decided to resist everything they force me to do, I've become someone else. I appreciate it because it's not everyone who dares to be different and strange and does not feel like a dew outside. This is the story of emotions, thoughts from a full-hearted brain, subtle and discreet actions and reactions in my life that I have not come across. A story about our lives and experiences that I write with my words and my point of view.

This city, walls and bridges, large buildings and the light. The castle and rugged buildings that I see every day. Sometimes I wonder if there is anything else in this city that I have not understood. Maybe there's someone else like me, who's lonely and feeling weird. Is there anything that can comfort me? Beyond all the flames and nonsenses. I'll start the story where I would always start, I'll take off the black dusty mantle I've been wearing for years.