@Nico91 9 November 2022 more from that month

I don't know any other way to go... I keep going and coming back to one place, I'm constantly struggling, I'm struggling and I'm silent, cursed as if it's my luck. And I don't know why I live sometimes, I sink into endless silences, I feel a very strange state inside me, embedded in my own thought. I'm only robbed of sadness, despair, the good angel in me sighs, how hard it is to be able to untie, this life that is only full of anxiety. Sometimes I feel the need to escape and run away from everything to a place to hide, to stop believing in dreams and to drink the glass of fate to the bottom. There is a law in everything, a fixed destiny and I have no power to resist it and I live hoping for a happy time, a beggar condemned until the last day, meditating, I keep waiting for something to happen, a miracle, or maybe a miracle, not to feel the weight of my broken wings and at least towards dusk to have clear days!