I have to tear up, as if a source of nostalgia that has never been there calls at me.
A feeling, as if I had ever known happiness, while the truth is: I don't even remember it.
The tenderness of the sweet life beams that would caress my heart slightly and whisper in my soul beautiful things in which I would bathe, I try to remember them.
I try to remember how life was before it.
But what if life never existed before it, I mean, my life?
What is happiness but a word that I have to try to define through an emotion that I have never remembered feeling.
Am I apathic? Is something wrong with me?
- a ruin
- JoinedDecember 26, 2014