Every day, the same day and me here. In the middle.
Everything is simple and complicated. At the same time.
Do you exist or not? It depends on the day.
That's life.
A beginning without end.
I wish I could see the future happen.
But sometimes I'm struck by blindness and it's impossible to see anything.
Like right now.
I woke up scared and with a headache.
And the future is right there, I can almost touch it.
But I can't.
Not yet.
I'm still here in the present, which at the moment is hell.
The time arrested me.
I'm locked up in myself.
My house has no windows.
I'm in the dark.
I scream for help, but my voice won't come out.
I can only feel.
The light is right there.

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