– I hear myself thinking.
There has to be another way of watching the time goes by. Not only my space is limited up here, but it also has a certain feeling. Like I am wasting my breath. I need to go back and hide, where things and people can’t jump up my huge wall and I feel safe.

Why nobody is writing anything, anymore? If people would leave a trace behind, maybe someone younger could feel less lonely.
– I hear myself thinking.

We were born in a very strange time. I am aware of that. People should be aware of that. Anyone can hurt us, just walking off the street. We hold our phones tight, so we can call for help. I have seen people’s eyes wander vaguely in the atmosphere. Isn’t it alarming?

Those monsters are spreading quicker than we thought. Fear, Anxiety, Terror.

Are we gonna live like this forever?

Mom, I believed you when you said we need to make experiences. But, I also believed you when you said I should be careful.
I enter the Tube every morning and I silently hope that everything will go smooth. You don’t know who’s sitting next to you. Even if you want to give the deepest trust to random strangers, you simply can’t.

What is this feeling I get? I don’t know if people can really see me or it’s just a reflection. What if I’m not good enough to make things happen as I want them to happen? Was there ever a time where you felt like you’re not actually here?

So I snuggle up on my bed at night. Curtains are closed.
How long is too long?

Please make this pain disappear, I beg you.