"What's going on...?"

Those were the first words I heard her utter before waking up from that dream in the autumn, of which she only remembered what had happened in days past, as the ordinary person she believed herself to be, and discover that ... out of nowhere, she had disappeared in front of my eyes, it was the essence that I was missing...

I have always felt as if I was missing something, as if the world that my eyes perceive and see, lacked a certain color ..., a certain presence ..., an essence that I cannot feel or remember as if it were not this world, a foreign presence that is in front of me that does not let me remember it which as if it would be a long time; It makes me so sad and melancholic, but at the same time I feel happy and so happy that they make those emotions seem minuscule; even with that I do not have, not the slightest indication that it can be, this feeling of emptiness of myself that invades my interior and that every morning does not let me wake up.

Sometimes convincing me that I have forgotten those feelings, it leaves my heart so empty and devastated that it makes me think about what I am doing with my life, it takes away my being but at the same time it feels like I am the one who is going there, it is a warm feeling but somehow it's a bit sad, it calls me but I don't know what is holding me back, who is it ?, what is it ?, are the questions that haunt my head, but because I want to is what I'm looking for I think I try to make sense of life, is what I think.

Making sense of life is complicated, but it is also easy. Who said that life is easy? How was your life so that you can say those words? Is it really that easy? I don't know, So cold has hardened my heart, I think.

Life, love, are two things so beautiful that they are always in constant conflict with pain and sadness, I really do not think it is a fight, they are two opposite sides that need each other to understand each other.

It is sorry to think about all that, it is difficult everything but when they make you see it that way, it becomes annoying, but in reality it can be made so easy that we complicate our lives to make it more interesting.

Can you bear the words of this story?

Did you see the sky yesterday?

Each person has a story and this is mine:

Every day I wake up and listen to the voice of a woman, I always thought they were dreams, until one day I saw her in front of me when I woke up one night in winter.

I was 16 years old when this happened

Hair, black hair like the night I saw when I looked at the crescent, I felt how she took a part of me. I was scared, but ... without knowing anything ... I stopped feeling fear and I could no longer distinguish life from death, I felt as if I would stop living, but I wasn't dead either, it was inexplicable.

The next day I heard something like this: Do you know if you are alive? Do you know what it is to be alive? ...

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