... and the space between them. The air is not enough. Every time that I breath, everytime that I think, everytime that realize that it's coming...
The Thought keep me from sleeping at night. A big circle and totally closed. I can't see the way out. There's none. Or it seems now. And the reality is just that. Trapped. Going back in time. Doesn't help to clear my mind. Endless thoughts, one after another and sometimes even at the same time. I want to runaway. That's it. Always the same feeling. But never the right answer. Will this have an end? And it's not Sunday yet. But it is a Thought.
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