I chose to be alone for the simple fact that I feel a strong passion for suffering. That’s why, now, my body’s alone obsolete by the limits of space; also, my soul is almost alone … excepting a red light shade that continues her vibrations in my presence.

I think that this was my own belief and my anorexia state that I could transpose it in a future sub-consciousness – I think that I will hang it by the first moment of suspicion.

Sometimes, the knowledge that sub-consciousness detects around will burn you so hot that, even if you want, you can’t escape of inner non-solitude.
That’s why I have screamed for the moment that I was hanged up for the last time.

Last few days I was searching for my own cross (I think!) that I wished to crushed it in thousands of small pieces … because of the fact that it was making shadow to my grave.

Sometimes I think that I’m hallucinating when thinking deeply and so I chose to consider myself mad … instead of others confirmation. Not only that I am going mad a little bit each day, but the reality dose that I have left looks like growing it’s concentration instead of decreasing it.

“I do not have anymore time left!!!” – screamed somebody cross-aside me (I can not see him), but this is just a proof for the fact that I can be happy.
But what is happiness?
I don’t think that I’ve reached ever this situation … of morality bow.
Also, the idea of loneliness looks like being the most adequate for the atmosphere that surrounds us in the moment of being.

Let’s say that we have the possibility to adopt other pathway – do you think that we’ll be much happier, or too concerned on a particular idea. These are only presumptions and in case that this won’t be true, will be something else … something that each one of us can think to, once.

“I can not live this life!!!” – I said to myself once and all this because I have reached something grater, older; that belongs to a closer past.

I will live with the idea!