The forces of time tighten the hand of sanity, the mind resists the ideas I want to defend. What will be the cost? I want to find the middle ground where to stop.
Demands rush to arrive, everything has a limit. How far will it go? Commitment, fear, pacts, and uncertainty, give or take a few words, I don’t know if this is the path I want to follow, but I also don’t know which would be the right one.
Confused, I prefer not to think. Sadness visits me from time to time, making a grimace of winning. I ask it: where to begin? Silence annihilates me, demands run through my mind. I start to tremble, and I wonder: when is the time to escape?
