'A dynamic woe blows in with the cold and brings back the loneliness again.'
The winter arrived and something inside me had known that history was to repeat itself. As usual I sought comfort and shelter in the confinement of my habitat. A place that could be also be decribed as a brisk dwelling. I have grown accustomed to the circular patterns of my life and the choices that have been made. Unfortunately, I began to lose my grip on reality and desperately clung to the remaining moments of each dream as if it were my last seconds of life. Desperate, disillusioned and disappointed each time I awoke from a long, peaceful sleep. My sense of pride stood boldly blocking any decision to seek direction. My sense of apprehension seemed to gradually implode, leaving behind an embodiment without soul, emotion nor progressive thought.
Abandoned in a world I don't belong in or recognise. Can anybody out there save me from this dire discontentment?
