The box is closed. There is no net, no way out. I have the right to destroy myself, to bite myself from within, to cut myself on memories… To go mad… There is nothing left inside me, no feelings… All I want is darkness and silence. I no longer walk upon the earth; there is no love anymore… And still, I wait every day… Mad… yes, consumed by the great madness of love. I am dying, waiting for the act that gives love and brings an end to suffering. I surrender forever.
P.S. My name will be forgotten, and our life will disappear like a trace left by a dense cloud.
