(Personal Post, of release. Do not read if not interested.)
Sim, sad. For things that they should continue, but can not, for reasons I can not explain. Sad, it was all gone and the ground is gone, lost the direction that should be followed, was to life of the colors and the colors of life, was up the scent and music, o sabor.
Sim. I wish it had worked. But all is not as we would like. I wish that the pain I feel now was less than other pain he had felt. No, it is not. And this confusing profusion of feelings shakes me, I always rocked, unsettles me and brings back old fears, old traumas.
I can only follow the life. But that life? Maybe one day when life again ...? not known. But that's just a maybe ...