SOMETIMES, AN ANNIHILATION IS THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING...
I'm actually nobody. Maybe we're all the same person. I haven't known who I am for a long time. I've lost count of how many times I've drowned in the sea of my thoughts.
Sometimes I think about things so intensely. I can't silence the voices in my head. To avoid hearing them, I either read too much or write too much. Sometimes I ignore them. I pretend that if I act like they don't exist, they will stop. But I can't stop my feelings, and I can't stop these voices.
When I was a child, I thought everything would be different. As if I could reach out and touch the sky. As if I could ride on the clouds. At that age, you don't know who you are. You don't know what you will experience.
I am one of those who has been erased. Just like you. A vanished ruin needs care, too.
At a moment when I had no strength left for myself, I decided to fight.
Now, like a ghost, I can exist wherever I want.
I am like the pieces of a scattered puzzle: strewn apart, edges frayed, out of place...
But I have found my place in my own picture. And I fit there perfectly.