I want to look myself in the mirror and see the glare of a smile in my eyes.
But every time, what I discover, it saddens me up.
I want to wrap myself in a silent blanket, without listening at the tears that wants to fall down from my eyes but remains trapped because it's unchanged by my space cage.
I continue yearning for the loneliness of a shoddy hotel's room. Of my darkness that comes under my bed.