I stay up in the morning, my mind is confused, I think about how my body can move, I open my arms, stretch them and relax, then I run my hands over my face, it is time to get up, there is so much Much to do and with not wanting to do it, I ask the body for one more minute and I continue lying on the bed with my gaze fixed.
My feet in motion decide to get up, I go without courage, I bathe, I brush my teeth, I look in the mirror, who is she? Her eyes withered at the tragic night reveal her bad state.
The table is ready, I have breakfast, I get dressed and I decided to sit in front of the sale, the street is desolate, the day is gray. Today I find a reason to move on, I decide to write, I do not know what I will write, a distortion of words ready to be criticized, but here are my irregular, confused, incoherent but sincere thoughts.
